Sydney Thompson Dobell - To Tochterchen: On Her Birthday

Sydney Thompson Dobell - To Tochterchen: On Her Birthday

As one doth touch a flower wherein the dew br Trembles to fall, as one unplaits the ply br Of morning gossamer, so tenderly br My spirit touches thine. Yet, daughter true br And fair, great Launcelot's mighty nerve and thew br Best clove a king or caught a butterfly, br (Since each extreme is perfect mastery br -Accurate cause repaid in the fine due br Of just effect-) and, child, it should be so br With Love. The same that nicely plundereth br The honeyed zephyrs for thy cates and wine br Should train thee with the tasks of toil and woe, br Or hold thee against adverse life and death, br Or give thee from my breast to dearer arms than mine.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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