Frances Darwin Cornford Poems

With what attentive courtesy he bent
Over his instrument;
Not as a lordly conquerer who could
Command both wire and wood,
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O why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
Missing so much and so much?
O fat white woman whom nobody loves,
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A young Apollo, golden-haired,
Stands dreaming on the verge of strife,
Magnificently unprepared
For the long littleness of life.
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When I was twenty inches long,
I could not hear the thrush's song;
The radiance of the morning skies
Was most displeasing to my eyes.
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MY father's friend came once to tea.
He laughed and talked. He spoke to me.
But in another week they said
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I wakened on my hot, hard bed;
Upon the pillow lay my head;
Beneath the pillow I could hear
My little watch was ticking clear.
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I laid me down upon the shore
And dreamed a little space;
I heard the great waves break and roar;
The sun was on my face.
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I Had a little dog, and my dog was very small;
He licked me in the face, and he answered to my call;
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As on the highway's quiet edge
He mows the grass beside the hedge,
The old man has for company
The distant, grey, salt-smelling sea,
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Brave English language, you are strong as trees,
Yet intricate and stately. Thus one sees
Through branches clear-embroidered stars. You please
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