Fay Inchfawn Good Poems

  • 1.
    I would that you should know,
    Dear mother, that I love you -- love you so!
    That I remember other days and years;
    Remember childish joys and childish fears.
    ...
  • 2.
    In Somerset they guide the plough
    From early dawn till twilight now.
    The good red earth smells sweeter yet,
    Behind the plough, in Somerset.
    ...
  • 3.
    Up to the Hall, my lady there'll wear her satin gown,
    For little Miss and Master'll be coming down from town.
    Oh ay, the childern's coming! The CHILDERN did I say?
    Of course, they're man and woman grown, this many and many a day.
    ...
  • 4.
    "Owd John's got past his work," said they,
    Last week as ever was -- "don't pay
    To send by him. He's stoopid, too,
    And brings things what won't never do.
    ...
  • 5.
    Sometimes, when everything goes wrong:
    When days are short, and nights are long;
    When wash-day brings so dull a sky
    That not a single thing will dry.
    ...
  • 6.
    "In my father's house!" The words
    Bring sweet cadence to my ears.
    Wandering thoughts, like homing birds,
    Fly all swiftly down the years,
    ...
  • 7.
    His step? Ah, no; 'tis but the rain
    That hurtles on the window pane.
    Let's draw the curtains close and sit
    Beside the fire awhile and knit.
    ...
  • 8.
    Such a sensation Sunday's preacher made.
    "Christian!" he cried, "what is your stock- in-trade?
    Alas! Too often nil. No time to pray;
    No interview with Christ from day to day,
    ...
Total 8 Good Poems by Fay Inchfawn

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