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. 12. Etching
2. Rhymes and Rhythms. 21. When the Wind Storms by with a Shout, and the Stern Sea-Caves
3. In Hospital. 14. Ave, Caeser!
4. Echoes. 22. The West a Glimmering Lake of Light
5. In Hospital. 7. Vigil

Mortimer Collins To My Wife ("Fast falls the snow, O lady mine!")

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