Cicely Fox Smith Poems

In a sailormen's restaurant Rotherhithe way,
Where the din of the docksides is loud all the day,
And the breezes come bringing off basin and pond
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The gnarled boughs hand darkling down,
And biers sweep my knees;
The moon is low, like a gold lamp,
Behind the twisted trees.
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Now, I fell in love with a Limehouse lass,
But she has proved untrue;
She looked as fresh as a figurehead
That's just been painted new;
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In Animal House (by which title I call
A dwelling whose true name is not that at all)
There are dogs on the sofas and cats on the chairs;
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A thousand landmarks perish,
A hundred streets grow strange;
With all the dreams they cherish
They go the ways of change;
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I'd tramped the whole day long on the weary roads ashore,
I was tired as a dog, and my heart was sick and sore,
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Long before the Mammoth died in the ice and snow,
Master Brocky made his earth snug and warm below.
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Far down from the thunder
And rush of the street,
Flow Westbourne and Tyebourne
And Effra and Fleet,
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Rosemary for remembrance, -
O gentle memories
Of hours whose fragrance is like flowers
In olden pleasaunces!
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Fraser river's flooding high,
Cold and deep and cruel flowing,
All lonely stand the hills nearby,
And man may drown and no one knowing.
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