Cicely Fox Smith

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

Afterglow - Poem by Cicely Fox Smith

Wet, streaming sand, and the tide going down;
Boats on the beach, and the sails patched and brown,
And the heath-smoke hanging blue up above the drowsy town.

Strong scent of weed blowing off the harbour-bar,
A liner's trail of smoke on the skyline faint and far,
And the bell-buoy clanging, and a lonely star.

Wet, gleaming shore, and the sea-gull sweeping free,
A swinging lamp alight in the ropes by the quay,
And the wind singing low of a ship that waits for me.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 30, 2010



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