Cicely Fox Smith Poems

Great Zimbabwe in the sun,
Far away
Dreams all day
Of his riddles solved of none,
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'H.M. Submarine –– is now much overdue, and must be considered lost.'

'I take off my 'at to them blokes in the submarines,' said
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The very first voyage as ever I made
I went to sea in the East Coast trade,
And I courted a gal at Seaton Sluice -
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Yonder she sails on her paper sea -
Masts just a trifle too tall, maybe -
Chain-plates and whiskers, all, in short,
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Hails from Wales,
Does Sails.

For any old thing you like to choose
From a new main course to a pair of shoes,
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SAMUEL PEPYS, as all men know,
Loved ladies and ships in the long ago;
A rounded bosom, an ankle trim
Were toys that came not amiss to him;
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'Shanghai Brown, Shanghai Brown!'
The Skipper o' the
Harvest Moon
is rampin' round the town
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When gorse-pods are popping
And heather's in bloom
And nuts begin dropping
In coppice and cwm,
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From where the City's seething tide
Rolls on unceasing, day by day,
To yonder soaring dome aside
A little turn, a little stay,
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The little streets of Sailor Town
They are not fair nor fine,
That straggle with their sooty slates
By Mersey, Thames and Tyne,
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