Fragment: 'A Gentle Story of Two Lovers Young'

A gentle story of two lovers young,

Who met in innocence and died in sorrow,

And of one selfish heart, whose rancour clung

Like curses on them; are ye slow to borrow

The lore of truth from such a tale?

Or in this world's deserted vale,

Do ye not see a star of gladness

Pierce the shadows of its sadness,--

When ye are cold, that love is a light sent

From Heaven, which none shall quench, to cheer the innocent?