Poem by William Ernest Henley

To My Wife

Take, dear, my little sheaf of songs,
For, old or new,
All that is good in them belongs
Only to you;

And, singing as when all was young,
They will recall
Those others, lived but left unsung –
The best of all 

1. In Hospital. 8. Staff-Nurse: Old Style
2. Echoes. 8. We’ll Go No More A-Roving
3. Echoes. 21. We Flash across the Level
4. London Voluntaries. 5. Allegro Maëstoso
5. Rhymes and Rhythms. Prologue

Conrad Aiken To My Wife ("Whatever loveliness is in this music")

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