Cicely Fox Smith Poems

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.

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I know not in what freakist hour
My kindred strange and wild
Did cast me out from Elfinland
To be a human child.
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I will not lift the door-latch, I will not step in
From the dark fields and the starlight and the bent and whin:
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Why, where erstwhile I sowed my choicest seeds,
Come up but weeds?
Why do large docks
Appear where should be stocks
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The alligator is a creature
With not a single pleasing feature;
And even when it's very small,
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All in a green thicket I heard a bird sing,
And blithe though his song was it made the tears spring,
To hear a bird sing as he swung on his spray,
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Kingfisher blue,
Was it you
Or a scrap of the sky
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I never was in clipper ships when they was in their prime:
The tea fleet an' the wool fleet, they was done afore my time:
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The clock with one finger
Was made in the days
When time used to linger
By leisurely ways -
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My lad is on the water and far away from me,
And I pray God be good to him wherever he may be,
Up the sea and down the sea,
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