Where, like a pillow on a bed, A pregnant bank swelled up, to rest The violet's reclining head, Sat we two, one another's best.

-Donne,John
c.1595^1605  'The Ecstasy', collected in Songs and Sonnets (1633).

From my pillow, looking forth by light Of moon or favouring stars, I could behold The antechapel where the statue stood Of Newton with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind for ever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought alone. 925

-Wordsworth,William
^1805  The Prelude, bk.3, l.58^63 (published1850).