Chapter 1785 of 1964 · 66 words · ~1 min read

LV.

Little Aurora deemed she was the theme Of such discussion. She was there a guest; A beauteous ripple of the brilliant stream Of Rank and Youth, though purer than the rest, Which flowed on for a moment in the beam Time sheds a moment o'er each sparkling crest. Had she known this, she would have calmly smiled-- She had so much, or little, of the child.