Cicely Fox Smith Poems

O bat's cry and mist-rack and dark o' the moon!
O roving of wayfarers and wetting of gay shoon!
Fen-pool and quagmire and pathways white wi' fog,
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Jim's done
Pretty near everything under the sun;
Fact, the job is to find the one
Jim's not done
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Joe makes models, beauties too,
Not much that way that Joe can't do.

Any ship you like to name,
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John Company's ships, they sailed the seas -
The Merchant's Hope and the Trade's Increase ,
Globe and Dragon and Hector too,
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“There’s a lot
In a knot,”
Bill’d say
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There is a glow of sunset down
The wet rut and the gleaming lane,
And runlet fresh with rain.
And there, beyond the bare trees seen,
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When all was o'er and done
At the sinking of the sun,
And the last shots had sounded
Above the graves new-mounded,
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The hippo from the banks of Nile,
How wide and winning is the smile
With which he does his simple best
In hippo language to suggest
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A great big brute of a bawling bluenose -
Came through the hawse-pipe and don't care who knows!
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They were here on the side
Of the downs a few minutes ago . . .
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