Quotes by Jean Ingelow
A sweeter woman ne'er drew breath
Than my sonne's wife, Elizabeth.
To bear, to nurse, to rear,
To watch and then to lose,
To see my bright ones disappear,
Drawn up like morning dews.
Reign, and keep life in this our deep desire
Our only greatness is that we aspire.
How short our happy days appear!
How long the sorrowful!
The while He sits whose name is Love,
And waits, as Noah did, for the dove,
To wit if she would fly to him.'

He waits for us, while, houseless things,
We beat about with bruised wings
On the dark floods and water-springs,
The ruined world, the desolate sea;
With open windows from the prime
'All night, all day, He waits sublime,
Until the fulness of the time
Decreed from His eternity.

Crowds of bees are giddy with clover
Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet,
Crowds of larks at their matins hang over,
Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet.
Man dwells apart, though not alone,
He walks among his peers unread;
The best of thoughts which he hath known
For lack of listeners are not said.
But two are walking apart forever
And wave their hands for a mute farewell.
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