Author Robert Browning I dined at Natorp's yester-eve: And was it not a stab, When he said " She can't come. Don't grieve! She dines with Mrs Gab." Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments