1883

ECHOES

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 hearts are more than coronets,"

She said, and wondering looked at me:

"It is the dead unhappy night, and I must hurry home to tea." -