Henry Austin Dobson
Henry Austin Dobson Poems
|41.||The Paradox Of Time||4/14/2010|
|42.||The Passionate Printer To His Love||4/14/2010|
|45.||To A Greek Girl||4/14/2010|
|46.||To Richard Watson Gilder||4/14/2010|
|48.||When Burbadge Played||4/14/2010|
|49.||When There Is Peace||1/18/2012|
|50.||When This Old World Was New||4/14/2010|
|51.||'With Pipe And Flute'||1/18/2012|
|52.||You Bid Me Try||4/14/2010|
Just for a space I met her –
Just for a day in the train!
It began when she feared it would wet her,
That tiniest spurtle of rain:
So we tucked a great rug in the sashes,
And carefully padded the pane;
And I sorrow in sackcloth and ashes,
Longing to do it again!
Then it grew when she begged me to reach her
A dressing-case under the seat;
She was “really so tiny a creature,
That she needed a stool for her feet.! ”
Which was promptly arranged to her order
With a care that was even minute,
And a glimpse – of an open- worked ...
In After Days
IN after days when grasses high
O'er-top the stone where I shall lie,
Though ill or well the world adjust
My slender claim to honour'd dust,
I shall not question nor reply.
I shall not see the morning sky;