Cicely Fox Smith Poems

'When this 'ere war is done (says Dan) an' all the fighting's through,
There's some will pal with Fritz again as they've been used to do
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All wind and rain, the clouds fled fast across the evening sky -
Whitehall aglimmer like a beach the tide has scarce left dry -
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'I've sailed onst with an Orkney man,
A deal o' years ago,' said Dan,
'In Clay's old packet
Kubla Khan
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All down by the harbour a-walking one day,
I saw an old hulk by the wharf-side that lay,
Her topmasts lopped off and her paint weathered bare,
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The sun and the clouds above them
Their lights and shadows weave,
And nought on earth shall glad them
And nought on earth shall grieve;
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When I leave this Western ocean, to the South'ard I will steer
In a tall Colonial clipper, far an' far enough from here,
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I often think how sad that time will be
When no wind lifts a sail on any sea -
When all that through the long slow centuries grew
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When the racing sea-tides flow,
And the strong ships seaward go,
When the voice of the ocean's crying,
And the wind's wild bugles blow,
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In the old raftered loft
Where the winds blow
Like thin querulous voices
Out of long ago,
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The Witch-wife dwells by the Northern Sea
And it's oh but the wind pipes shrill!
Alone on the waveworn shore sits she,
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