Cicely Fox Smith

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

Epitaph On An Unfortunate Lady - Poem by Cicely Fox Smith

In day’s ere war’s despite had used her ill,
Tireless he sped o’er valley, plain and hill;
To-day - how sad her plight, her fate how hard! -
Tireless she sits, and cannot move a yard.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 30, 2010



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