Treasure Island

Frances Darwin Cornford

(30 March 1886 - 19 August 1960 / Cambridge, England)

Poems of Frances Darwin Cornford

1. A Recollection 4/15/2010
2. Autumn Evening 5/10/2011
3. Autumn Morning at Cambridge 5/10/2011
4. Feri's Dream 4/15/2010
5. In France 5/10/2011
6. On Rupert Brooke 1/1/2004
7. Pre-Existence 4/15/2010
8. Rhyme For A Phonetician 4/15/2010
9. The Coast: Norfolk 5/10/2011
10. The Guitarist Tunes Up 5/6/2005
11. The New-born Baby's Song 5/10/2011
12. The Old Witch in the Copse 5/10/2011
13. The Ragwort 5/10/2011
14. The Watch 5/10/2011
15. To a Lady Seen From the Train 4/15/2010

Feri's Dream

I Had a little dog, and my dog was very small;
He licked me in the face, and he answered to my call;
Of all the treasures that were mine, I loved him most of all.

His nose was fresh as morning dew and blacker than the night;
I thought that it could even snuff the shadows and the light;
And his tail he held bravely, like a banner in a fight.

His body covered thick with hair was very good to smell ;

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