Clinton Scollard Night Poems
- 1. Fraidie-cat
I shan't tell you what's his name:
When we want to play a game,
Always thinks that he'll be hurt,
Soil his jacket in the dirt,
... - 2. To William Sharp
(Fiona Macleod)
The waves about Iona dirge,
... - 3. Bag-pipes At Sea
Above the shouting of the gale,
The whipping sheet, the dashing spray,
I heard, with notes of joy and wail,
A piper play.
... - 4. As I Came Down From Lebanon
As I came down from Lebanon,
Came winding, wandering slowly down
Through mountain passes bleak and brown,
The cloudless day was well-nigh done.
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