Augusta Davies Webster
Augusta Davies Webster Poems
|2.||Birds Sing I Love You, Love||1/3/2003|
|3.||Medea in Athens||1/3/2003|
|5.||Young Laughters, and My Music!||1/3/2003|
|6.||A Song Of A Spring-Time||4/2/2010|
|7.||A Soul in Prison||1/3/2003|
|10.||A Bird and flower upon the tree||4/2/2010|
|11.||The Happiest Girl in the World||1/3/2003|
|12.||Dear love, good-night||4/2/2010|
|15.||White Rose And Red||4/2/2010|
|19.||Day is dead, and let us sleep||4/2/2010|
|20.||Dearest, this one day we own||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,