Cicely Fox Smith

(1 February 1882 – 8 April 1954 / Lymm, Cheshire)

Cicely Fox Smith Poems

1. A Castle In Spain 8/30/2010
2. A Cavalry Soldier 8/30/2010
3. A Channel Rhyme 8/30/2010
4. A Complaint 8/30/2010
5. A Declaration Of War 8/30/2010
6. A Dog's Life 8/30/2010
7. A Farewell (1904) 8/30/2010
8. A Garden In The North 8/30/2010
9. A Job O' Work 8/30/2010
10. A Lament 8/30/2010
11. A Lancashire Sunset 8/30/2010
12. A Lift By The Way 8/30/2010
13. A Message 8/30/2010
14. A Mighty Hunter Before The Lord 8/30/2010
15. A Norseman 8/30/2010
16. A North Country Hound (Old Style) 8/30/2010
17. A Parting 8/30/2010
18. A Place Of Dreams 8/30/2010
19. A Port Forsaken 8/30/2010
20. A Question 8/30/2010
21. A Saint Of Cornwall 8/30/2010
22. A Sea Burthen 8/30/2010
23. A Ballad Of Old And New 8/28/2010
24. A Ballad Of The Time 8/28/2010
25. A Seaside Church 8/30/2010
26. A Song Of The Day 8/30/2010
27. A Song Of The Open 8/30/2010
28. A Stave At Parting 8/30/2010
29. A Wool Fleet Chorus 8/30/2010
30. A Worshipper 8/30/2010
31. A Yarn Of Dan's 8/30/2010
32. Admiral Dugout 8/30/2010
33. Afoot 8/30/2010
34. After Dark 8/30/2010
35. After Preston Fight 8/30/2010
36. After The Storm 8/30/2010
37. Afterglow 8/30/2010
38. Age (Millwall Dock) 8/30/2010
39. Bill 8/30/2010
40. Bill Brewster 8/30/2010
Best Poem of Cicely Fox Smith

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 ...

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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.

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