Walter Wingate Poems

You've hurt your finger? Puir wee man!
Your pinkie? Deary me!
Noo, juist you haud it that wey till
I get my specs and see!
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My heart absorbs me more and more;
My world of friendship narrows in.
The new I hardly care to win;
The old are fewer than of yore.
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Dull tenement and muddy street
And sober working day:
How came a dawn so rarely sweet
Above a world so grey?
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I used to wonder if I really loved
The old companions that I thought so dear;
For now that change has set us far removed
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‘Tis not the silent hill,
Nor the deserted pier;
A something that evades me still,
Announces Sabbath here.
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