“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
“And one laughs out with an exultant joy.An athlete he - Maybe his young limbs strainIn some remembered game, and not in vainTo win his side the goal - Poor crippled boy,Who in the waking world will never run again.”Eva Dobell Unsourced, Night Duty