Two Fragments Poem by Henry Alford

Two Fragments



As one who, placed in dreaded pulpit high
In Westminster or Paul's, ere sermon time
Scanning the crowd, beholds right opposite
Grim face of foe in bitter sarcasm set,
So felt I then.

As one who, hurried, past his time for train,
Tugging at cupboard door for coat mislaid,
Breaks all his nails at once: so felt I then.

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