“Quoth the Ocean, "Dawn! O fairest, clearest, Touch me with thy golden fingers bland; For I have no smile till thou appearest For the lovely land.” LandOceanFingersLovelyGoldenDawnTouch MeBland Book:Poems Source: Poems
“O sleep! O sleep! Do not forget me. Sometimes come and sweep, Now I have nothing left, thy healing hand Over the lids that crave thy visits bland, Thou kind, thou comforting one. For I have seen his face, as I desired, And all my story is done. O, I am tired.” KindSometimesDoneStoriesHandsFacesLeftSleepForgetHealingTiredComfortingCraveBlandForget Me Book:The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow Source: The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow
