Edmund William Gosse

At the Play

Dora seated at the play
⁠     Weeps to see the hero perish, —
Hero of a Dresden day,
     ⁠Fit for china nymphs to cherish;
O that Dora's heart would be
Half so soft and warm for me!

When the flaring lights are out
⁠     His heroic deeds are over,
Gone his splendid strut and shout,
⁠     Gone his raptures of a lover,
While my humdrum heart you'd find
True, though out of sight and mind.