He kissed the hand and by the hand led And to his mother brought, Who in sorrow pale, through the lonely dale, Her little boy weeping sought.

-Blake,William
  Songs of Innocence,'The Little Boy Found'.

Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!

-Coleridge, Samuel Taylor
  'Kubla Khan'.