Eugenia ToddHave any of you, passers-by,Had an old tooth that was an unceasing discomfort?Or a pain in the side that never quite left you?Or a malignant growth that grew with time?So that even in profoundest slumberThere was shadowy consciousness or the phantom of thoughtOf the tooth, the side, the growth?Even so thwarted love, or defeated ambition,Or a blunder in life which mixed your lifeHopelessly to the end,Will like a tooth, or a pain in the side,Float through your dreams in the final sleepTill perfect freedom from the earth-sphereComes to you as one who wakesHealed and glad in the morning!
Have any of you, passers-by,Had an old tooth that was an unceasing discomfort?Or a pain in the side that never quite left you?Or a malignant growth that grew with time?So that even in profoundest slumberThere was shadowy consciousness or the phantom of thoughtOf the tooth, the side, the growth?Even so thwarted love, or defeated ambition,Or a blunder in life which mixed your lifeHopelessly to the end,Will like a tooth, or a pain in the side,Float through your dreams in the final sleepTill perfect freedom from the earth-sphereComes to you as one who wakesHealed and glad in the morning!