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Alfred H. Miles, ed.  Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century.  1907.
 
A Palace of Dreams, and Other Verse (1901)
IV. In Hospital
By Ada Bartrick Baker (1854– )
 
SO I’m shelved, you see, old fellow; and it seems a trifle rough,
  When you’re longing to be at them with the rest;
But I don’t lie here and mope; for the doctors say they hope
  I shall soon be fit and lively as the best.
 
And I had my glorious innings! Oh! we gave them piping hot        5
  Such a supper they’re not likely to digest;
And d’ye think I cared a rap, though I’m only a poor chap,
  For the bullet that they landed in my chest?
 
Tell ’em all at home I’m waited on as if I was a lord,
  And the nurses are just angels—bar the wings:        10
When you’re lying here so weak that you hardly care to speak,
  Oh! the comfort that a woman’s tending brings.
 
Finished by the Nurse.

He was doing well, poor fellow! though the shot had touched his lung,
  And the doctors did their best to pull him through.
I was with him when he died. The two locks of hair inside,        15
  With his love, are for his mother, and for you.
 
 
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