AUSTIN DOBSON

Here be shadows large and long ; Here be spaces meet for song ; Grant, O garden-god, that I, Now that none profane is nigh, Now that mood and moment please, - Find the fair Pierides !

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Triolet

T INTENDED an Ode,

And it turn'd to a Sonnet It began h la mode, I intended an Ode; But Rose crossed the road

In her latest new bonnet ; I intended an Ode;

And it turn'd to a Sonnet.

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TN after days when grasses high

O'er-top the stone where I shall lie, Though ill or well the world adjust My slender claim to honoured dust,

I shall not question nor reply.

I shall not see the morning sky; I shall not hear the night- wind sigh; I shall be mute, as all men must In after days !

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