Cicely Fox Smith Poems

It needs not in the owl-light grey
Hither to creep with mystic rune,
Nor yet in shuddering stealth to pay
Lip-service to the freakish moon.
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It's funny,
But I can never understand about
Money.
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Pilot boat, lighthouse,
Stiff green sea -
House-flag and number
Plain as can be -
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Ever the story liveth of the fight on the far hillside,
Fraught with the ancient sorrow that is brother born of pride:
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Never a swallow wets his wing
In Lavender Pond from Spring to Spring;
Never a lily, pure and chill,
Holds her cup for the dews to fill;
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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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To the home of primal Nature, to her woodlands wild and bright,
Came a race of alien folk,
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Early in the morning as the moon was in the sky,
Early in the morning I kissed my girl goodbye,
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