Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye;
(2) Kissing with golden face the meadows green;
(3) Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy.
Time Real and Imaginary (Coleridge).
(1) Two lovely children ran an endless race,
A sister and a brother!
(2) She far outstripped the other;
Yet ever runs she with reverted face,
And looks and listens for the boy behind;
(3) For he, alas! is blind.