Jean Ingelow

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• 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.

  • "Scholar and Carpenter"

• Reign, and keep life in this our deep desire
  Our only greatness is that we aspire.
  • "A Snow Mountain".

• 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.
  • "Divided".

• But two are walking apart forever
  And wave their hands for a mute farewell.
  • "Divided".

• A sweeter woman ne'er drew breath
  Than my sonne's wife, Elizabeth.
  • "The High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire".

• 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.
  • "Afterthought".

• How short our happy days appear!
  How long the sorrowful!
  • "The Mariner's Cave".

• To bear, to nurse, to rear,
  To watch and then to lose,
  To see my bright ones disappear,
  Drawn up like morning dews.
  • "Songs of Seven. Seven times Six".