THIS IS ALL.

Just a saunter in the twilight, Just a whisper in the hall, Just a sail on sea or river, Just a dance at rout or ball, Just a glance that hearts enthral— This is all—and this is all. Just a few harsh words of doubting, Just a silence proud and cold, Just a spiteful breath of slander, Just a wrong that is not told, Just a word beyond recall— This is all—and this is all. Just a life robbed of its brightness, Just a heart by sorrow filled, Just a faith that trusts no longer, Just a love by doubting chilled, Just a few hot tears that fall— This is all—ah! this is all. Rosie Churchill.