Many days have come and gone,
Many suns have set and shone,
HERRICK, since thou sang'st of Wake,
Morris-dance and Barley-break;--
Many men have ceased from care,
Many maidens have been fair,
Since thou sang'st of JULIA'S eyes,
JULIA'S lawns and tiffanies;--
Many things are past: but thou,
GOLDEN-MOUTH, art singing now,
Singing clearly as of old,
And thy numbers are of gold!

(C) Henry Austin Dobson
07/01/2019


Best Poems of Henry Austin Dobson

• At The Convent Gate.
• Premiers Amours.
• To His Book.
• A Broken Sword.
• In Town.
• To A Child.
• Charles George Gordon.
• My Books.
• Of His Mistress.
• Growing Gray.
• An Epistle To An Editor
• A Love-song.
• Horatian Ode On The Tercentenary Of "don Quixote"
• The Poet And The Critics.
• Lines To A Stupid Picture.
• The Virgin With The Bells.
• The Two Painters.
• To A Pastoral Poet.
• Urceus Exit