First Lines of Alfred Lord Tennyson
A spirit haunts the year's last hoursAiry, fairy Lilian,Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowingHalf a league, half a league,Life and Thought have gone awayLow-flowing breezes are roaming the broad valley dimm'd in the gloaming:Now is done thy long day's work;On either side the river lieThe plain was grassy, wild and bare,The winds, as at their hour of birth,Thy tuwhits are lull'd I wot,Two children in two neighbour villagesWhat time the mighty moon was gathering lightWhen cats run home and light is come,When will the stream be aweary of flowingWhere Claribel low-liethWho would beWho would be