Poems by Jean Ingelow

"Come out and hear the waters shoot, the owlet hoot, the owlet hoot;
Yon crescent moon, a go...

I An empty sky, a world of heather,
Purple of foxglove, yellow of broom;
We two among them...

O Fancy, if thou flyest, come back anon,
Thy fluttering wings are soft as love's first word, ...

Up to far Osteroe and Suderoe
The deep sea-floor lies strewn with Spanish wrecks,
O'er minted ...

When in May-day hush
Chanteth the Missel-thrush,
The harp o' the heart makes answer with murmu...

O that word REGRET!
There have been nights and morns when we have sighed,
"Let us alone, Regr...

Daughters of Eve! Your mother did not well:
She laid the apple in your father's hand,
And we ...

I passed an inland-cliff precipitate;
From tiny caves peeped many a sooty poll;
In each a mot...

When I reflect how little I have done,
And add to that how little I have seen,
Then furthermo...