Henry Austin Dobson

(18 January 1840 – 2 September 1921 / Plymouth)

Henry Austin Dobson Poems

41. A Song Of The Greenaway Child 1/18/2012
42. A Song Of The Four Seasons 4/14/2010
43. A Rondeau To Ethel 4/14/2010
44. A Pleasant Invective Against Printing 1/18/2012
45. A Persian Apologue 4/14/2010
46. A Pepys' 'Diary' 1/18/2012
47. A Miltonic Exercise 1/18/2012
48. A Kiss 4/14/2010
49. A Garden Song 1/4/2003
50. A Gage D’amour 4/14/2010
51. A Familiar Epistle 4/14/2010
52. A Dead Letter 4/14/2010
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Incognita

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 ...

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Incognita

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!

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