Cicely Fox Smith Poems

Shipmates o' mine, are you sleeping fair an' sound,
Mates fair an' foul, friend an' foe,
Lyin' where lost ships are, sunken deep an' drowned
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Swiftly along these woodland ways,
Where squirrels scud and thrushes sing,
From the long trance of wintry days
Wakes the warm heart of spring.
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I know it's only dreaming, and it never may be more,
But I'm thinking, as I have done many and many a time before,
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O none may share the sorrow,
And none may break the spell,
For I ha' crost the weird water
An' drunk o' Weeping Well
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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.

An ...
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Why did I dream last night, I wonder, about the ship
Ledore
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All on the autumn woods the mist lay white and chill;
And I heard the rising wind come piping down the hill,
And the stream sigh o'er the shallows
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Day after day the sun stared widely
Over the wide and windless seas;
Against the masts the sails drooped idly,
Unhanded, waiting for a breeze.
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By the old Pagoda Anchorage they lay full fifteen strong,
And their spars were like a forest, and their names were like a song,
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Who were the builders of Great Zimbabwe?
No man knows . . .
Who were those
That quarried, chiseled, hewed,
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