And did young Stephen sicken, And did young Stephen die? And did the sad hearts thicken, And did the mourners cry? No; such was not the fate of Young Stephen Dowling Bots; Though sad hearts round him thickened, 'Twas not from sickness' shots. No whooping-cough did rack his frame, Nor measles drear, with spots; Not these impaired the sacred name Of Stephen Dowling Bots. Despised love struck not with woe That head of curly knots, Nor stomach troubles laid him low, Young Stephen Dowling Bots. O no. Then list with tearful eye, Whilst I his fate do tell. His soul did from this cold world fly, By falling down a well. They got him out and emptied him; Alas it was too late; His spirit was gone for to sport aloft In the realms of the good and great. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DAWN PATROL by PAUL BEWSHER HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 21 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH AN OCCASIONAL PROLOGUE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE BODY WITHIN THE BODY by EDWARD CARPENTER BOSTON NURSERY RHYME: RHYME FOR AN ASTRONOMICAL BABY by FLAVIUS JOSEPHUS COOK MUSOPHILUS: DEDICATION TO MASTER FULKE GREVILLE (2) by SAMUEL DANIEL |