Dead fancy’s ghost, not living fancy’s wraith, Is now the storied sorrow that survives Faith in the record of these lifeless lives. Yet Milton’s sacred feet have lingered there, His lips have made august the fabulous air, His hands have touched and left the wild weeds fair.

IX.

So, in some void and thought-untrammelled hour, Let these find grace, my sister, in your sight, Whose glance but cast on casual things hath power To do the sun’s work, bidding all be bright With comfort given of love: for love is light. Were all the world of song made mine to give, The best were yours of all its flowers that live: Though least of all be this my gift, forgive.

July 1887.

p. 1PERSONS REPRESENTED.

p. 1

Locrine, King of Britain.

Locrine

Camber, King of Wales, brother to Locrine.

Camber

Locrine

Madan, son to Locrine and Guendolen.

Madan

Locrine

Guendolen

Debon, Lord Chamberlain.

Debon

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