Author Matthew Prior ON THE SAME SUBJECT . I N a dark corner of the house Poor Helen sits, and sobs and cries; She will not see her loving spouse, Nor her more dear picquet-allies: Unless she find her eye-brows, She'll e'en weep out her eyes. 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