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    Fly Leaves
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    Fly Leaves

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    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateNov 27, 2013
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      Title: Fly Leaves

      Author: C. S. Calverley

      Release Date: December, 2003 [EBook #4739]

      [Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule]

      [This file was first posted on March 10, 2002]

      Edition: 10

      Language: English

      FLY LEAVES

      Contents:

         Morning

         Evening

         Shelter

         In the Gloaming

         The Palace

         Peace - a study

         The Arab

         Lines on Hearing the Organ

         Changed

         First Love

         Wanderers

         Sad Memories

         Companions

         Ballad

         Precious Stones

         Disaster

         Contentment

         The Schoolmaster

         Arcades Ambo

         Waiting

         Play

         Love

         Thoughts at a Railway Station

         On the Brink

         Forever

         Under the Trees

         Motherhood

         Mystery

         Flight

         On the Beach

         Lovers, and a Reflection

         The Cock and the Bull

         An Examination Paper

      MORNING.

      ‘Tis the hour when white-horsed Day

      Chases Night her mares away;

      When the Gates of Dawn (they say)

         Phœbus opes:

      And I gather that the Queen

      May be uniformly seen,

      Should the weather be serene,

         On the slopes.

      When the ploughman, as he goes

      Leathern-gaitered o’er the snows,

      From his hat and from his nose

         Knocks the ice;

      And the panes are frosted o’er,

      And the lawn is crisp and hoar,

      As has been observed before

         Once or twice.

      When arrayed in breastplate red

      Sings the robin, for his bread,

      On the elmtree that hath shed

         Every leaf;

      While, within, the frost benumbs

      The still sleepy schoolboy’s thumbs,

      And in consequence his sums

         Come to grief.

      But when breakfast-time hath come,

      And he’s crunching crust and crumb,

      He’ll no longer look a glum

         Little dunce;

      But be brisk as bees that settle

      On a summer rose’s petal:

      Wherefore, Polly, put the kettle

         On at once.

      EVENING.

      Kate! if e’er thy light foot lingers

         On the lawn, when up the fells

      Steals the Dark, and fairy fingers

         Close unseen the pimpernels:

      When, his thighs with sweetness laden,

         From the meadow comes the bee,

      And the lover and the maiden

         Stand beneath the trysting tree:-

      Lingers on, till stars unnumber’d

         Tremble in the breeze-swept tarn,

      And the bat that all day slumber’d

         Flits about the lonely barn;

      And the shapes that shrink from garish

         Noon are peopling cairn and lea;

      And thy sire is almost bearish

         If kept waiting for his tea:-

      And the screech-owl scares the peasant

         As he skirts some churchyard drear;

      And the goblins whisper pleasant

         Tales in Miss Rossetti’s ear;

      Importuning her in strangest,

         Sweetest tones to buy their fruits:-

      O be careful that thou changest,

         On returning home, thy boots.

      SHELTER.

      By the wide lake’s margin I mark’d her lie -

         The wide, weird lake where the alders sigh -

      A young fair thing, with a shy, soft eye;

         And I deem’d that her thoughts had flown

      To her home, and her brethren, and sisters dear,

      As she lay there watching the dark, deep mere,

         All motionless, all alone.

      Then I heard a noise, as of men and boys,

         And a boisterous troop drew nigh.

      Whither now will retreat those fairy feet?

         Where hide till the storm pass by?

      One glance - the wild glance of a hunted thing -

      She cast behind her; she gave one spring;

      And there follow’d a splash and a broadening ring

         On the lake where the alders sigh.

      She had gone from the ken of ungentle men!

         Yet scarce did I mourn for that;

      For I knew she was safe in her own home then,

      And, the danger past, would appear again,

         For she was a water-rat.

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