Augusta Davies Webster
Poems of Augusta Davies Webster
|41.||Not To Be||4/2/2010|
|43.||Once a sea-nymph loved a boy||4/2/2010|
|44.||One star only for Love's heaven||4/2/2010|
|45.||Poulain The Prisoner||4/2/2010|
|46.||Questions And Answer||4/2/2010|
|48.||Seeds with wings, between earth and sky||4/2/2010|
|49.||She Has Made Me Wayside Posies||1/3/2003|
|52.||Tell me not of morrows, sweet||4/2/2010|
|53.||Tell thee truth, sweet; no||4/2/2010|
|54.||The Brook Leaps Riotous||1/3/2003|
|55.||The Brook Rhine||4/2/2010|
|57.||The First Spring Day||4/2/2010|
|58.||The Flower By The Path||4/2/2010|
|59.||The Happiest Girl in the World||1/3/2003|
|60.||The Manuscript of Saint Alexius||1/3/2003|
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,