First recoil from incompletion, in the face of what is won.
E. B. Browning (The Lost Bower).
It is the saddest of things that we lose our early enthusiasms.
The other (maiden) up arose[12]
And her fair lockes, which formerly were bound
Up in one knot, she low adowne did loose:
Which, flowing long and thick her clothed around.
And the ivorie in golden mantle gowned: