Poem by Wilfred Wilson Gibson

The Question

I WONDER if the old cow died or not.
Gey bad she was the night I left, and sick.
Dick reconed she would mend. He knows a lot--
At least he fancies so himself, does Dick.

Dick knows a lot. But maybe I did wrong
To leave the cow to him, and come away.
Over and over like a silly song
These words keep bumming in my head all day.

And all I think of, as I face the foe
And take my lucky chance of being shot,
Is this – that if I’m hit, I’ll never know
Till Doomsday if the old cow died or not.

1. The Parrots
2. Retreat
3. Breakfast
4. The Knight of the Wood
5. The Unknown Knight

Ella Wilcox The Question ("Beside us in our seeking after pleasures")

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