Our Story

There was a young king who was sad,
And a young queen who was lonely;
They lived together their busy life,
Known to each other only, —

Known to each other with strange love,
But with sighs for the king's vain sorrow
And for the queen's vain loneliness
And vain forethought of the morrow.

After a barren while they died,
In death they were not parted :
Now in their grave perhaps they know
Why they were broken-hearted.