An Empty Glass.
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Yes—that is right. Now you can go to sleep.
A little sleep, a little quiet sleep,
There now, that's cooler. Now you'll go to sleep.
A little sleep, a little quiet sleep,
There now, that's cooler. Now you'll go to sleep.
[Patient ceases muttering; takes medicine; and dozes.]
Mrs. Arnold—
Why, Nurse! That's magic! How was it you knew?
Or did you only guess? I never can.
I cannot follow when he talks like that,
So incoherently. I only seem
To irritate him. When you spoke he turned
As if you'd touched a spring, then lay quite still.
Nurse Frere could never soothe him as you do.
How wonderful! He raves sometimes for hours,
And I can only cry, and make him worse.
He's very ill. If you could only know
The dreadful change I see in him. Oh dear!
He's just a wreck. He has such lovely eyes,
And is so gay and handsome, when he's well.
What is it in your voice that soothes him so?
Why, Nurse! That's magic! How was it you knew?
Or did you only guess? I never can.
I cannot follow when he talks like that,
So incoherently. I only seem
To irritate him. When you spoke he turned
As if you'd touched a spring, then lay quite still.
Nurse Frere could never soothe him as you do.
How wonderful! He raves sometimes for hours,
And I can only cry, and make him worse.
He's very ill. If you could only know
The dreadful change I see in him. Oh dear!
He's just a wreck. He has such lovely eyes,
And is so gay and handsome, when he's well.
What is it in your voice that soothes him so?
Hortense—
Oh! just a little knack
I have with children and with invalids.
You must not stay to talk. You're overwrought,
Oh! just a little knack
I have with children and with invalids.
You must not stay to talk. You're overwrought,
