So Lucy found at last the world was blind, Grieved for the bad, forgetful of the good, Until there came a friend who understood, Talked quietly and listened and was kind. She washed the bitterness from Lucy's mind Leaving instead sublimity of mood With rich companionship in solitude Of a peaceful heart unwrung and unconfined. People said, "She loved a soldier lad. Killed, poor fellow, in some little fight, The only lover that she ever had. Aren't the hills lovely here and clear to-night?" And Lucy kept a boarding school for girls, A quaint old lady, with old-fashioned curls. |