Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet! - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

And see! she stirs!
She starts,—she moves,—she seems to feel
The thrill of life along her keel,
And, spurning with her foot the ground,
With one exulting, joyous bound,
She leaps into the ocean's arms!

The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they, while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night.

There is no flock, however watched and tended,
But one dead lamb is there!
There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,
But has one vacant chair!