'The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself it only live and die.'

SHAKESPEARE

LONDON: DAVID NUTT

1908

Edinburgh: T. and A. CONSTABLE, Printers to His Majesty

TO MY WIFE

Take, dear, my little sheaf of songs,
For, old or new,

All that is good in them belongs
Only to you;

And, singing as when all was young,
They will recall

Those others, lived but left unsung-
The best of all.

APRIL 1888

SEPTEMBER 1897.

W. E. H.

CONTENTS

IN HOSPITAL

I. ENTER PATIENT

The morning mists still haunt the stony

street

II. WAITING

A square, squat room (a cellar on pro-

motion)

III. INTERIOR

The gaunt brown walls

IV. BEFORE

Behold me waiting-waiting for the

knife

V. OPERATION

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