Moth-like at night you flit or fly <br />To where the other patients lie ; <br />I hear, as you brush by my door <br />The flutter of your wings, no more. <br /> <br />Shall I now call you in and see <br />The phantom vanish instantly ? <br />Perhaps some sixteen stone or worse. <br />Suddenly falling through my verse ! <br /> <br />Nay, be you sour, or be you sweet, <br />I'd see you not. Life's wisdom is <br />To keep one's dreams. Oh never quiz <br />The lovely lady in the street ! <br /> <br />I knew a man who went large-eyed <br />And happy, till he bought pince-nez <br />And saw things as they were. He died <br />— A pessimist — the other day.<br /><br />Frederick William (FW) Harvey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-unknown-nurse/
