William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли)

In Hospital. 18. Children: Private Ward

Here in this dim, dull, double-bedded room,
I play the father to a brace of boys,
Ailing but apt for every sort of noise,
Bedfast but brilliant yet with health and bloom.
Roden, the Irishman, is ‘sieven past,’
Blue-eyed, snub-nosed, chubby, and fair of face.
Willie’s but six, and seems to like the place,
A cheerful little collier to the last.
They eat, and laugh, and sing, and fight, all day;
All night they sleep like dormice.  See them play
At Operations:—Roden, the Professor,
Saws, lectures, takes the artery up, and ties;
Willie, self-chloroformed, with half-shut eyes,
Holding the limb and moaning—Case and Dresser.

1. In Hospital. 8. Staff-Nurse: Old Style
2. The Gods are Dead
3. Beside the Idle Summer Sea
4. In Hospital. 12. Etching
5. In Hospital. 7. Vigil

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