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Sydney Thompson Dobell (Сидней Томпсон Добелл)


Woe Is Me


Far in the cradling sky,
Dawn opes his baby eye,
Then I awake and cry,
Woe is me!


Morn, the young hunter gay,
Chases the shadows gray,
Then I go forth and say,
Woe is me!


Noon! drunk with oil and wine,
Tho' not a grief is thine,
Yet shalt thou shake with mine!
Woe is me!


Eve kneeleth sad and calm,
Bearing the martyr's palm;
I shriek above her psalm,
Woe is me!


Night, hid in her black hair
From eyes she cannot dare,
Lies loud with fierce despair;
Then I sit silent where
She cries from her dark lair
Woe is me! 



Sydney Thompson Dobell's other poems:
  1. Home In War-Time
  2. Good-Night In War-Time
  3. The Botanist's Vision
  4. A Musing On A Victory
  5. To James Y. Simpson


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