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Cecily Fox Smith: with a nautical theme
An English poet best known for her maritime folk poems
- St. Andrew’s Eve
- The last night of November
- All dreaming as I lay,
- I saw a fisher toiling
- In stormy seas and grey, —
- A glimmering seine-net casting
- In foam as white as wool . . .
- And sometimes it came empty,
- And sometimes it came full.
- That port that fisher hailed from
- Was the port of Heaven above:
- The shining net he cast there
- Was the net of Christ His love.
- That seine it shone like silver
- Or the Milky Way come down . . .
- And, oh! the catch he took there
- Was the souls of those who drown.
- Rosemary
- Rosemary for remembrance,—
- O gentle memories
- Of hours whose fragrance is like flowers
- In olden pleasaunces!
- When all the birds go South again
- And all the laughter’s o’er,
- Rosemary for remembrance
- Of days that are no more!
- Rosemary for remembrance
- Of summer posies done,—
- And scarlet for midsummer joy
- And gold for noonday sun.
- God grant us in autumnal days,
- When brighter flowers have died,
- Rosemary for remembrance
- And dreams for eventide!
- The Clock with One Finger
- The clock with one finger
- Was made in the days
- When time used to linger
- By leisurely ways—
- When nobody reckoned
- (Or so we are told)
- Each fugitive, second
- More precious than gold,
- But the clocks, like the people,
- Took things as they came,
- And the chimes in the steeple
- Said mostly the same: —
- “Some day — no day —
- Maybe — one, day —
- Come day — go day —
- God — send — Sunday!”
Cicely Fox Smith
Cilely Fox Smith (1882-1954) was an English poet best known for her maritime folk poems and other verse with a nautical theme. In fact, so detailed were her sea poems that some of her readers who were weathered sailors assumed she was herself a sailor — and even a ship’s captain. Many of her poems have been put to music. Later in life, she wrote fiction and non-fiction as well, including a travelogue of her lifetime dream realized —a voyage around the coast of Africa —All the Way Around: Sea Roads to Africa. The British government recognized her efforts by awarding her a lifetime pension.
Here's something you might be interested in.
Cecily Fox Smith: with a nautical theme
An English poet best known for her maritime folk poems
Cecily Fox Smith: with a nautical theme
An English poet best known for her maritime folk poems
- St. Andrew’s Eve
- The last night of November
- All dreaming as I lay,
- I saw a fisher toiling
- In stormy seas and grey, —
- A glimmering seine-net casting
- In foam as white as wool . . .
- And sometimes it came empty,
- And sometimes it came full.
- That port that fisher hailed from
- Was the port of Heaven above:
- The shining net he cast there
- Was the net of Christ His love.
- That seine it shone like silver
- Or the Milky Way come down . . .
- And, oh! the catch he took there
- Was the souls of those who drown.
- Rosemary
- Rosemary for remembrance,—
- O gentle memories
- Of hours whose fragrance is like flowers
- In olden pleasaunces!
- When all the birds go South again
- And all the laughter’s o’er,
- Rosemary for remembrance
- Of days that are no more!
- Rosemary for remembrance
- Of summer posies done,—
- And scarlet for midsummer joy
- And gold for noonday sun.
- God grant us in autumnal days,
- When brighter flowers have died,
- Rosemary for remembrance
- And dreams for eventide!
- The Clock with One Finger
- The clock with one finger
- Was made in the days
- When time used to linger
- By leisurely ways—
- When nobody reckoned
- (Or so we are told)
- Each fugitive, second
- More precious than gold,
- But the clocks, like the people,
- Took things as they came,
- And the chimes in the steeple
- Said mostly the same: —
- “Some day — no day —
- Maybe — one, day —
- Come day — go day —
- God — send — Sunday!”
Cicely Fox Smith
Cilely Fox Smith (1882-1954) was an English poet best known for her maritime folk poems and other verse with a nautical theme. In fact, so detailed were her sea poems that some of her readers who were weathered sailors assumed she was herself a sailor — and even a ship’s captain. Many of her poems have been put to music. Later in life, she wrote fiction and non-fiction as well, including a travelogue of her lifetime dream realized —a voyage around the coast of Africa —All the Way Around: Sea Roads to Africa. The British government recognized her efforts by awarding her a lifetime pension.