What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers! Henry Austin Dobson dustflowerthou Change image and share on social
Love comes unseen; we only see it go. Henry Austin Dobson loveunseen Change image and share on social
Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour - let no night Seal thy sense in deathly slumber Till to delight Thou hast paid thy utmost blessing. Henry Austin Dobson blessdeathlydelight Change image and share on social
Time goes, you say? Ah, no! alas, time stays, we go. Henry Austin Dobson alastaytime Change image and share on social
Not as ours the books of old - Things that steam can stamp and fold; Not as ours the books of yore - Rows of type, and nothing more. Henry Austin Dobson bookfoldrow Change image and share on social
I intended an Ode, And it turned to a Sonnet. Henry Austin Dobson intendodesonnet Change image and share on social
