A Sonnet In Dialogue

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Title:     A Sonnet In Dialogue
Author: Austin Dobson [More Titles by Dobson]

FRANK (on the Lawn).
Come to the Terrace, May,--the sun is low.

MAY (in the House).
Thanks, I prefer my Browning here instead.

FRANK.
There are two peaches by the strawberry bed.

MAY.
They will be riper if we let them grow.

FRANK.
Then the Park-aloe is in bloom, you know.

MAY.
Also, her Majesty Queen Anne is dead.

FRANK.
But surely, May, your pony must be fed.

MAY.
And was, and is. I fed him hours ago.
'Tis useless, Frank, you see I shall not stir.

FRANK.
Still, I had something you would like to hear.

MAY.
No doubt some new frivolity of men.

FRANK.
Nay,--'tis a thing the gentler sex deplores
Chiefly, I think....

MAY (coming to the window).
What is this secret, then?

FRANK (mysteriously).
There are no eyes more beautiful than yours!

[The end]
Austin Dobson's poem: Sonnet In Dialogue

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