Lady-probationer
William Ernest Henley
Some three, or five, or seven, and thirty years; A Roman nose; a dimpling double-chin; Dark eyes and shy that, ignorant of sin, Are yet acquainted, it would seem, with tears; A comely shape; a slim, high-coloured hand, Graced, rather oddly, with a signet ring; A bashful air, becoming everything; A well-bred silence always at command. Her plain print gown, prim cap, and bright steel chain Look out of place on her, and I remain Absorbed in her, as in a pleasant mystery. Quick, skilful, quiet, soft in speech and touch . . . ‘Do you like nursing?’ ‘Yes, Sir, very much.’ Somehow, I rather think she has a history.
Next 10 Poems
- William Ernest Henley : Largo E Mesto
- William Ernest Henley : Madam Life's A Piece In Bloom
- William Ernest Henley : Margaritae Sorori
- William Ernest Henley : Matri Dilectissimae-i.m.
- William Ernest Henley : Midsummer Midnight Skies
- William Ernest Henley : Music
- William Ernest Henley : Nocturn
- William Ernest Henley : O, Have You Blessed, Behind The Stars
- William Ernest Henley : On The Way To Kew
- William Ernest Henley : One With The Ruined Sunset
Previous 10 Poems
- William Ernest Henley : Kate-a-whimsies, John-a-dreams
- William Ernest Henley : It Came With The Threat Of A Waning Moon
- William Ernest Henley : Invictus [i. M. To R. T. Hamilton Bruce ( 1846-1899 )]
- William Ernest Henley : Interlude
- William Ernest Henley : Interior
- William Ernest Henley : In The Year That's Come And Gone
- William Ernest Henley : In The Placid Summer Midnight
- William Ernest Henley : In The Dials
- William Ernest Henley : In Fisherrow
- William Ernest Henley : If It Should Come To Be
