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(1849 - 1902 / Gloucester / England)

Poems of William Ernest Henley

161. We Shall Surely Die 4/12/2010
162. We'll go No More A-Roving 4/12/2010
163. What Have I Done For You 4/12/2010
164. What Is To Come 4/12/2010
165. When The Wind Storms By With A Shout 4/12/2010
166. When You Are Old 4/12/2010
167. When You Wake In Your Crib 4/12/2010
168. Where Forlorn Sunsets Flare And Fade 4/12/2010
169. While The West Is Paling 4/12/2010
170. Why, My Heart, Do We Love Her So? 4/12/2010
171. You Played And Sang A Snatch Of Song 4/12/2010
172. Your Heart Has Trembled To My Tongue 4/12/2010


Though, if you ask her name, she says Elise,
Being plain Elizabeth, e'en let it pass,
And own that, if her aspirates take their ease,
She ever makes a point, in washing glass,
Handling the engine, turning taps for tots,
And countering change, and scorning what men say,
Of posing as a dove among the pots,
Nor often gives her dignity away.
Her head's a work of art, and, if her eyes

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