The yellow book: an illustrated quarterly (2.1894)

Sat est scripsisse

By Austin Dobson

To E. G., with a Volume of Essays

When you and I have wandered beyond the reach of call,
And all our works immortal are scattered on the Stall,
It may be some new Reader, in that remoter age,
Will find this present volume, and listless turn the page.

For him I write these Verses. And " Sir " (I say to him),
" This little Book you see here—this masterpiece of Whim,
Of Wisdom, Learning, Fancy (if you will, please, attend),
Was written by its Author, who gave it to his Friend.

" For they had worked together, been Comrades ot the Pen ;
They had their points at issue, they differed now and then ;
But both loved Song and Letters, and each had close at heart
The dreams, the aspirations, the 'dear delays' of Art.

" And much they talk'd of Metre, and more they talked of Style,
Of Form and * lucid Order,' of labour of the File ;
And he who wrote the writing, as sheet by sheet was penned,
(This all was long ago, Sir !) would read it to his Friend.

" They