George Carless Swayne, Once a Week, Series 1, Volume VIII…
“ Smote cold one breath of sadness, for these kisses, These questionings, which took me by close storm, Spoke with an inward echo. “Steps so many Hast thou gone forward on the way of death. In these each day more quickly ripeneth The novel generation which shall walk Over thy grave, and happy be and weep.” ”
