Cicely Fox Smith

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

The Plovers' Wind - Poem by Cicely Fox Smith

The plovers' wind is blowing -
A lusty wind and strong
In viewless torrents going
The leafless boughs among.

It shakes, it fills with riot
The bent and groaning pine,
And stirs a pulse unquiet
In nature's veins and mine.

The plovers' wind is blowing,
It fills the brimming springs,
And sets the hot life flowing
In all created things.

To all it brings renewing -
The sap to bush and tree -
The plover to his wooing,
And the ghost of love to me . . .


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010



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