Edmund William Gosse (Эдмунд Госс)

Dedication to Austin Dobson

NEIGHBOUR of the near domain,
Stay awhile your passing wain!
Though to give is more your way,
Take a gift from me to-day!
From my homely store I bring
Signs of my poor husbanding;--
Here a spike of purple phlox,
Here a spicy bunch of stocks,
Mushrooms from my moister fields,
Apples that my orchard yields,--
Nothing,--for the show they make,
Something,--for the donor's sake;
Since for ten years we have been
Best of neighbours ever seen,
We have fronted evil weather,
Nip of critic's frost, together;
Brother not more kind to brother,
We have cheered and helped each other;
Till so far the fields of each
Into the other's stretch and reach,
That perchance when both are gone
Neither may be named alone. 

1. At the Play
2. The Mænad's Grave
3. With a Copy of Herrick
4. Alere Flammam
5. The Bath

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