Cicely Fox Smith

(1 February 1882 – 8 April 1954 / Lymm, Cheshire)

After Dark - Poem by Cicely Fox Smith

Under the blue sky,
And the white clouds sailing high,
Where the gallant wind went by,
A bird sang on - sang on
Till the day (too soon) was done.

And the daylight died
From the fields and the hillside,
And the moorland bare and wide . . .
But the bird sang on - sang on
Long after the light was gone -

Like a voice that said:
'Oh, you who weep your dead,
Be comforted - be comforted!
For the deed lives on, lives on
Long after the life is gone!' . . .


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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 30, 2010



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