Poem by Henry Austin Dobson

Rose Leaves

I intended an Ode,
And it turned to a Sonnet.
It began à la mode,
I intended an Ode;
But Rose cross'd the road
In her latest new bonnet; I intended an Ode;
And it turned to a Sonnet.

1. On the Future of Poetry
2. When Burbadge Played
3. The Forgotten Grave
4. Incognita
5. O Fons Bandusae

Robert Service Rose Leaves ("When they shall close my careless eyes")

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