Frost v. Knight.
FROST v. KNIGHT. (L. R. 7 Ex. in.
Temp. 1872.)
By John Popplestonk. I. "T TE loves me, — nay, he loves me not!" A * She tore the petals two by two From off the stem, and idly threw Them from her, 'plaining of her lot.
She stood by the untrodden ways Where they in other times had met; With cheek and eyelash all unwet She mused of love and other days.
She watched the fading autumn leaf, The sky was gray, the wind a-cold; Her heart grew with the season old, And nursed an angry, tearless grief.
"My love," she said, " is turned to hate, — My love, that should have crowned his life. He lightly wooed me for his wife, And now be seeks a richer mate." '
11. Stands not the woman higher than The dog that follows at his heel? Shall she before her tyrant kneel Whom Nature equalled with the man?
"He took my love, nor recked the cost; My heart was warm to him, my Knight. He took away the warmth and light, And left me an unchanging Frost.
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