“The pain and laughter of the day are doneSo strangely hushed and still the long ward seems,Only the Sister's candle softly beams.Clear from the church near by the clock strikes 'one';And all are wrapt away in secret sleep and dreams.”Eva Dobell Unsourced, Night Duty
“I dreamt last night Christ came to earth againTo bless His own. My soul from place to placeOn her dream-quest sped, seeking for His faceThrough temple and town and lovely land, in vain.Then came I to a place where death and painHad made of God's sweet world a waste forlorn,With shattered trees and meadows gashed and torn,Where the grim trenches scarred the shell-sheared plain.”Eva Dobell Unsourced, Advent 1916
“Through the wide open window on great star,Swinging her lamp above the pear-tree high,Looks in upon these dreaming forms that lieSo near in body, yet in soul so farAs those bright worlds thick strewn ion that vast depth of sky.”Eva Dobell Unsourced, Night Duty
“And through that Golgotha of blood and clay,Where watchers cursed the sick dawn, heavy-eyed,There (in my dream) Christ passed upon His way,Where His cross marks their nameless graves who diedSlain for the world's salvation where all dayFor others' sake strong men are crucified.”Eva Dobell Unsourced, Advent 1916