Jean Ingelow
First Lines
And what will ye hear, my daughters dear? --
As I came round the harbor buoy,
Came the dread Archer up yonder lawn --
Can I make white enough my thought for thee,
Cold, my dear, -- cold and quiet.
Come away, the clouds are high,
Like coral insects multitudinous
Mountains of sorrow, I have heard your moans,
O Fancy, if thou flyest, come back anon,
O sleep, we are beholden to thee, sleep,
One launched a ship, but she was wrecked at sea
She thought by heaven's high wall that she did stray
Though all great deeds were proved but fables fine,
When I reflect how little I have done,
While Time a grim old lion gnawing lay,
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