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Poem by Lewis Carroll


Echoes


Lady Clara Vere de Vere
Was eight years old, she said:
Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread.

She took her little porringer:
Of me she shall not win renown:
For the baseness of its nature shall have strength to drag her
down.

"Sisters and brothers, little Maid?
There stands the Inspector at thy door:
Like a dog, he hunts for boys who know not two and two are four."

"Kind words are more than coronets,"
She said, and wondering looked at me:
"It is the dead unhappy night, and I must hurry home to tea." 



Lewis Carroll


Lewis Carroll's other poems:
  1. The Elections to the Hebdomadal Council
  2. The Wandering Burgess
  3. What Tottles Meant
  4. The Deserted Parks
  5. Theme with Variations


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • George Russell Echoes ("THE MIGHT that shaped itself through storm and stress")
  • Emma Lazarus Echoes ("Late-born and woman-souled I dare not hope")

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