William Wordsworth,
The Excursion
(1814)
“ They stayed not long.—The blameless Infant grew; The Child whom Ellen and her Mother loved They soon were proud of: tended it and nursed, A soothing comforter, although forlorn; Like a poor singing-bird from distant lands; Or a choice shrub, which he, who passes by With vacant mind, not seldom may observe Fair-flowering in a thinly-peopled house, Whose window, somewhat sadly, it adorns. —Through four months' space the Infant drew its food From the maternal breast; then scruples rose; Thoughts, which the rich are free from, came and crossed The sweet affection. ”
