Augusta Davies Webster
Augusta Davies Webster Poems
|63.||Dearest, this one day we own||4/2/2010|
|64.||Dear love, good-night||4/2/2010|
|65.||Day is dead, and let us sleep||4/2/2010|
|69.||Birds Sing I Love You, Love||1/3/2003|
|70.||Beyond The Shadow||4/2/2010|
|75.||A Summer Mood||4/2/2010|
|76.||A Soul in Prison||1/3/2003|
|77.||A Song Of A Spring-Time||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,