Fay Inchfawn Long Poems

  • 1.
    Down in the dear West Country, there's a garden where I know
    The Spring is rioting this hour, though I am far away --
    Where all the glad flower-faces are old loves of long ago,
    And each in its accustomed place is blossoming to-day.
    ...
  • 2.
    You call authority "a grievous thing."
    With careless hands you snap the leading string,
    And, for a frolic (so it seems to you),
    Put off the old love, and put on the new.
    ...
  • 3.
    Some day of days! Some dawning yet to be
    I shall be clothed with immortality!

    And, in that day, I shall not greatly care
    ...
  • 4.
    One yestereve, in the waning light,
    When the wind was still and the gloaming bright,
    There came a breath from a far countrie,
    And the ghost of a Little House called to me.
    ...
  • 5.
    Not long ago, I prayed for dying grace,
    For then I thought to see Thee face to face.

    And now I ask (Lord, 'tis a weakling's cry)
    ...
  • 6.
    GOD SAVE OUR GRACIOUS KING. (It seems
    The Church is full of bygone dreams.)

    LONG LIVE OUR NOBLE KING. (My own,
    ...
  • 7.
    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.
    ...
  • 8.
    When little Fanny came to town, I felt as I could sing!
    She were the sprackest little maid, the sharpest, pertest thing.
    Her mother were as proud as punch, and as for I -- well, there!
    I never see sich gert blue eyes, I never see sich hair!
    ...
  • 9.
    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 9 Long Poems by Fay Inchfawn

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