Author: Lewis Carroll  | Date: 1883


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


"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."

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Chicago: Lewis Carroll, Echoes Original Sources, accessed May 25, 2024,

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