Cicely Fox Smith
Cicely Fox Smith Poems
The Silent Navy
Oh, it is not in the papers and we cannot always know
Where to find the Silent Service whose address is 'G.P.O.'
And to-day you can't be certain where to-morrow it will be
Which yesterday was 'somewhere' and the day before 'at sea.'
You will find the Silent Navy under every star that shines;
It may be hunting submarines, it may be sweeping mines;
From Cocos Isle to Dogger Bank, the Falklands to the Bight,
You will find the Silent Navy when it gets a chance to fight.
You'll find it in the wintry seas, making heavy weather,
When the wind and the waves are ...
A Bird's Call
Over the upland fields, where free and strong
The fresh hill-breezes swept,
I heard a wild bird calling all day long,
Calling as if it wept.
And the wild voice brought back delights and tears
From time's forgotten hoard,
Cleaving the dead cold mist of bygone years
Like a two-edged sword.