Poems by Fay Inchfawn

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I know it all . . . I know.
There I halted. Further down the hollow
Quick through the gates of Fairyland
Up to the Hall, my lady there'll wear her satin gown,
I shut my eyes to rest 'em, just a bit ago it seems,
If only dinner cooked itself,
Not long ago, I prayed for dying grace,
In Dorset Dear they're making hay
In Somerset they guide the plough
Sometimes, when everything goes wrong:
His step? Ah, no; 'tis but the rain
When little Fanny came to town, I felt as I could sing!
"The Fairies must have come," I said,
Oh, the garden ways are lonely!
"I'm going to gran'ma's for a bit
Silent was I, and so still,
Summer met me in the glade,
"Owd John's got past his work," said they,
Such a sensation Sunday's preacher made.
Back in the dear old country 'tis Christ- mas, and to-night
There's a rustle in the woodlands, and a sighing in the breeze,
"In my father's house!" The words
Across the town the evening bell is ringing;
See, I am cumbered, Lord,
Down in the dear West Country, there's a garden where I know
One yestereve, in the waning light,
In her last hour of life the tree
Some day of days! Some dawning yet to be
I've had a naughty day to-day.
"I am a boxer, who does not inflict blows on the air, but I hit hard and straight at my own body." -- 1 Cor. ix. 26 (WEYMOUTH'S Translation).
"Why shouldest Thou be as a wayfaring man, that turneth aside to tarry for a night?" -- Jer. xiv. 8.
The shopping had been tedious, and the rain
Across the land came a magic word
The Master of the Garden said;
Into the world you came, and I was dumb,
You call authority "a grievous thing."
Now from the dust of half-forgotten things,
I would that you should know,
"I beseech Euodias, and beseech Syntyche, that they be of the same mind in the Lord" -- Phil. iv. 2,
When Baby strayed, it seemed to me,
"When He comes!
First, there's the entrance, narrow, and so small,