Poor Henry

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Title:     Poor Henry
Author: Walter De la Mare [More Titles by De la Mare]

Thick in its glass
The physic stands,
Poor Henry lifts
Distracted hands;
His round cheek wans
In the candlelight,
To smell that smell!
To see that sight!

Finger and thumb
Clinch his small nose,
A gurgle, a gasp,
And down it goes;
Scowls Henry now;
But mark that cheek,
Sleek with the bloom
Of health next week!

[The end]
Walter De la Mare's poem: Poor Henry

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