Cicely Fox Smith Poems

Prison'd king! What worlds of woe
In thy weary, gold-brown eyes -
Thoughts of roaming long ago
Under Afric's sultry skies,
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There's an office back in London, and the dusty sunlight falls
With its swarms of dancing motes across the floor,
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There's an office back in London, and the dusty sunlight falls
With its swarms of dancing motes across the floor,
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Have you heard the seagull calling, the seagull out at sea?
And sorry is its voice, though its wings are wide and free!
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'Five boats there was,' says Bristol Tim, 'in the steamship
Albacore
-
She used to sail on the Far East run 'tween Hull an'
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The puma is a puss-cat, and a thumping big one too,
But mostly when you meet one it's a deal more scared than you;
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Not for their grandsires' homes they fell, -
For names passed down from sire to son;
Not for the soil whereon they dwell,
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The 'Bride' o' Leith swings out to sea,
Breasting the snow-white foam,
And the pier is thronged with waving hands,
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Whence came you,
Wind from the sea,
Singing through
The casuarina tree?
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'Charge!'
And down to the clash and the flashing of spears,
To the heart of the seething tumult of savage Emirs,
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