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Poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell


To James Y. Simpson


Oh teeming heart, that, for this once, in vain
Big with our good, didst undeliver'd die,
Had some god got thee with a progeny
O'er-great, that, born, might even dispute the reign
Of Death, as Death had seen the realms of Pain
Won by thine elder brood? We marvell'd why,
So seeming-careless of his sovereignty,
He spared and spared thee: doth this day explain
The Fabian greed that grudged a needless blow?
Knowing too well what deity possest
Thee, did the dead-eyed strategist foreknow
How the huge god must choke the mortal breast?
The mortal breast, deep under clod and sod,
Out of the half-saved world drag down the abortive god?



Sydney Thompson Dobell


Sydney Thompson Dobell's other poems:
  1. The Gaberlunzie's Walk
  2. The Market-Wife's Song
  3. Home in War-Time
  4. On Receiving a Book from Dante Rossetti
  5. Good-Night in War-Time


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