VIII.

Be happy, crowned and living One! and as thy dust decayeth May thine own England say for thee what now for Her it sayeth-- "Albeit softly in our ears her silver song was ringing, The foot-fall of her parting soul is softer than her singing."

_L. E. L.'S LAST QUESTION._

"Do you think of me as I think of you?" (_From her poem written during the voyage to the Cape._)