Julia Ditto Young,
The Story of Saville
(1897)
“ Where Kyrle and Saville and their happiness were safe from the tempest shut, And the cheery lamp shed a kindly glow over the humble place, And the nets and the bits of coral and spar lent it a simple grace. “If only this cottage were ours, Saville! if this our idyl might be Played for a white half-year divine down by the ice fringed sea! But alas! the sable curtain must drop, and the actors perforce must flee!” ”
