Portrait Of A Lady-2
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Cicely Fox Smith
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Pilot boat, lighthouse,
Stiff green sea -
House-flag and number
Plain as can be -
Sails like the cheek
Of the cherubim -
Blackwall fashion,
Shipshape and trim -
Cottonwool clouds
In a crude blue sky -
Who owned it, I wonder
In days gone by?
What old skipper
Or mate, maybe,
Snug by his fireside,
Done with the sea,
Lovingly scanned it
With age-dimmed eyes,
Saw in his pipe-smoke
Pictures rise -
Let, by the lamplight,
Memory range
A hundred harbours
And landfalls stange:
Mast-fringed Hooghly
And junk-thronged Praya,
And mat-thatched hamlets
Of far Malaya:
The Trade exultant,
The Doldrum calm,
The long surf creaming
On shores of palm:
Channels Formosan
Typhoon-torn,
Towering, tremendous
Seas of the Horn:
Long-lost shipmates
In long-drowned ships -
Smiling, yet sadly,
With bearded lips.
To think of the laughter
And larks that he had
In the old windjammers
When he was a lad,
And the storms he weathered
And songs he sung,
In days long over,
When earth was young!
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