And a life,—how it grows!
You were scarcely so shy,
When I saw you last, Rose!
In your bosom it shows
There's a guest on the sly;
(How fast the time goes!)
Is it Cupid? Who knows!
Yet you used not to sigh,
When I saw you last, Rose;—
How fast the time goes!
Austin Dobson [1840-1921]
URCEUS EXIT
I intended an Ode,
And it turned to a Sonnet.
It began a la mode,
I intended an Ode;
But Rose crossed the road
In her latest new bonnet;
I intended an Ode;
And it turned to a Sonnet.
Austin Dobson [1840-1921]