First Lines of Jean Ingelow
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,Hark! a lover binding sheavesLike coral insects multitudinousMountains 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 seaShe thought by heaven's high wall that she did strayShe was but a child, a child,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,Whither away, thou little careless rover?Who veileth love should first have vanquished fate.