Cicely Fox Smith

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

The Image - Poem by Cicely Fox Smith

Brooding he dreams his age-long dream:
He sees not London's pouring stream
Around him, with these eyes that seem

As if for aye his memory dwells
'Mid lone, sand-smothered citadels,
Where in long waves the desert swells

O'er fallen arch and colonnade,
Stairway and tomb and balustrade
By hands of mighty builders made, -

'Mid fights long fought, and banquets fled,
Where softly falls the lion's tread
O'er ashes of the ancient dead.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 30, 2010

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