Thick in its glass The physic stands, Poor Henry lifts Distracted hands; His round cheek wans In the candlelight, To smell that smell! To see that sight! Finger and thumb Clinch his small nose, A gurgle, a gasp, And down it goes; Scowls Henry now; But mark that cheek, Sleek with the bloom Of health next week! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAREWELL TO NANCY by ROBERT BURNS HYMN TO MONT BLANC [IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE HE WROTE THE HISTORY BOOK,' IT SAID by MARIANNE MOORE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 88. AL-MUGHNI by EDWIN ARNOLD THE OLD YACHT by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS |