Augusta Davies Webster
Poems of Augusta Davies Webster
|1.||A Bird and flower upon the tree||4/2/2010|
|3.||A Coarse Morning||4/2/2010|
|7.||A Song Of A Spring-Time||4/2/2010|
|8.||A Soul in Prison||1/3/2003|
|9.||A Summer Mood||4/2/2010|
|14.||Beyond The Shadow||4/2/2010|
|15.||Birds Sing I Love You, Love||1/3/2003|
|19.||Day is dead, and let us sleep||4/2/2010|
|20.||Dear love, good-night||4/2/2010|
Poor little diary, with its simple thoughts,
its good resolves, its "Studied French an hour,"
"Read Modern History," "Trimmed up my grey hat,"
"Darned stockings," "Tatted," "Practised my new song,"
"Went to the daily service," "Took Bess soup,"
"Went out to tea." Poor simple diary!
and did I write it? Was I this good girl,
this budding colourless young rose of home?
did I so live content in such a life,