Cicely Fox Smith

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

Penmaenmawr - Poem by Cicely Fox Smith

Betwixt twin forts by nature plann'd
Slumbers the little drowsy town,
While wooded heights, serene and grand,
Slope down to meet the sand
From uplands wild and brown.

Far out to sea the vessels lie,
Where wild white steeds are leaping free,
And far as roves the wand'ring eye
There is no cloud in yon clear sky,
No shadow on the sea.

Peace, sweetest peace this summer's day,
Save when, upon the laughing breeze,
There floats across the gleaming bay
A sound of children at their play
Beside the sunny seas.

Peace, sweetest peace on sea and land,
Lulling to rest the wearied brain,
Amid the mountains calm and grand,
Grey cliff, and sickle-sweep of sand,
And everlasting main.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 30, 2010



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