The light of other days is faded, And all their glories past.

- Alfred Bunn

The heart bowed down by weight of woe to weakest hope will cling.

- Alfred Bunn

The heart bow'd down by weight of woe, To weakest hope will cling, To thought and impulse while they flow, That can no comfort bring, That can, that …

- Alfred Bunn

I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls, With vassals and serfs at my side, And of all who assembled within those walls, That I was the hope and the pr…

- Alfred Bunn