Poem by Cicely Fox Smith

Afterglow

Wet, streaming sand, and the tide going down;
Boats on the beach, and the sails patched and brown,
And the heath-smoke hanging blue up above the drowsy town.

Strong scent of weed blowing off the harbour-bar,
A liner's trail of smoke on the skyline faint and far,
And the bell-buoy clanging, and a lonely star.

Wet, gleaming shore, and the sea-gull sweeping free,
A swinging lamp alight in the ropes by the quay,
And the wind singing low of a ship that waits for me.

1. Ghosts in Deptford
2. Farewell to Anzac
3. The Fight on the Island
4. What the Old Man Said
5. The Old Love and the New

Alice Crist Afterglow ("A magic wrought of dying dreams")

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