A Poetry of Exiles By Douglas B. W. Sladen: An Australian colonist: Second edition, revised |
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Dedicated to Mrs Hawksley Burbury,
OF UPPER PHILLIMORE GARDENS, KENSINGTON.
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Dedicated to Mrs Hawksley Burbury, OF UPPER PHILLIMORE GARDENS, KENSINGTON.
I knew a maid with fairy dower
Of girlish grace;
Once seen, you could not quench the power
Of that sweet face:
Of girlish grace;
Once seen, you could not quench the power
Of that sweet face:
Another with a wand and scroll
Of woman's tact;
She never grieved a human soul
By word or act:
Of woman's tact;
She never grieved a human soul
By word or act:
A third, who wore a diadem
Of sympathy;
You could not touch her garment's hem
Without reply:
Of sympathy;
You could not touch her garment's hem
Without reply:
And last a wife, whose plea of pleas
I never knew;
Yet She had all their witcheries,
And she was You.
I never knew;
Yet She had all their witcheries,
And she was You.
Kensington, December 6th, 1885.
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