“The Welsh boy has it by his bed,(He's lame - one leg blown away -He'll lie propped up with pillows there,And wind the handle half the day.His neighbour, with the shattered arm,Picks out the records he must play.”Eva Dobell Unsourced, In A Soldiers' Hospital II: Gramophone Tunes
“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
“A child - so wasted and so white,He told a lie to get his way,To march, a man with men, and fightWhile other boys are still at play.A gallant lie your heart will say.”Eva Dobell Unsourced, In A Soldiers' Hospital 1: Pluck