Behold her, single in the field,
Caught in the center of a soundless field,
Across the millstream below the bridge…
Earth has not anything to show more fair.
Diligent in the burnt fields above the sea,
A sweet disorder in the dress,
Hair — braided chestnut…
Love, unrequited, robs me of my rest.
Bill Waters, 2015
First lines of poems by William Wordsworth,
Philip Larkin, Howard Nemerov,
Josephine Miles, Robert Herrick,
Jean Toomer, and W. S. Gilbert.