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Poem by Henry Sambrooke Leigh


The Twins


IN FORM and feature, face and limb,
I grew so like my brother,
That folks got taking me for him,
And each for one another.
It puzzled all our kith and kin,
It reached a fearful pitch;
For one of us was born a twin,
Yet not a soul knew which.

One day, to make the matter worse,
Before our names were fixed,
As we were being washed by nurse,
We got completely mixed;
And thus, you see, by fate's decree,
Or rather nurse's whim,
My brother John got christened me,
And I got christened him.

This fatal likeness even dogged
My footsteps when at school,
And I was always getting flogged,
For John turned out a fool.
I put this question, fruitlessly,
To everyone I knew,
"What would you do, if you were me,
To prove that you were you?"

Our close resemblance turned the tide
Of my domestic life,
For somehow, my intended bride
Became my brother's wife.
In fact, year after year the same
Absurd mistakes went on,
And when I died, the neighbors came
And buried brother John. 



Henry Sambrooke Leigh


Henry Sambrooke Leigh's other poems:
  1. My After-Dinner Cloud
  2. Rhymes?
  3. My Three Loves
  4. A Scientific Drinking Song


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Robert Browning The Twins ("Grand rough old Martin Luther")
  • Aleister Crowley The Twins ("Have pity! show no pity!")
  • Robert Service The Twins ("There were two brothers, John and James")

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