Cicely Fox Smith Poems

Not for their grandsires' homes they fell, -
For names passed down from sire to son;
Not for the soil whereon they dwell,
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The 'Bride' o' Leith swings out to sea,
Breasting the snow-white foam,
And the pier is thronged with waving hands,
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Whence came you,
Wind from the sea,
Singing through
The casuarina tree?
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'Charge!'
And down to the clash and the flashing of spears,
To the heart of the seething tumult of savage Emirs,
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O, hearts leapt up lightly, and steel flashed out ready,
When the Light Dragoons formed for combat that day,
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Did you see the poor old hooker, by the ocean wharf she lay?
Her decks are foul with harbour grime, she hasn't long to stay,
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All through the little prairie town
'Mid dusty levels broad and brown
I saw the Circus pacing on;
I felt its vague barbaric spell,
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All day the clouds sail by,
Out of the west, whose tears are scarcely dried,
Where the veiled sun, 'reft of his crimson pride,
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I know a clough where nightly
My spirit goes in dream,
Where wind-bent trees grow scantly
Beside a brawling stream,
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We have heard a voice that calls us -
A voice that bids us go -
A voice that bids us waken
From the narrow world we know.
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