• I
    there was a rover from a western shore,
    England! whose eyes the sudden tears did drown,
    Beholding the white cliff and sunny down
    Of thy good realm, beyond the sea’s uproar.
    I, for a moment, dreamed that, long before,
    I had beheld them thus, when, with the frown
    Of sovereignty, the victor’s palm and crown
    Thou from the tilting-...

  • She was so little—little in her grave,
      The wide earth all around so hard and cold—
    She was so little! therefore did I crave
      My arms might still her tender form enfold.
    She was so little, and her cry so weak
      When she among the heavenly children came—
    She was so little—I alone might speak
      For her who knew no word nor her own name....