Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Wings of the Morning (1904). IV. A Birds CallCicely Fox-Smith (18821954)
O
The fresh hill-breezes swept,
I heard a wild bird calling all day long,
Calling as if it wept.
From time’s forgotten hoard,
Cleaving the dead cold mist of bygone years
Like a two-edgèd sword.
Unfolding like a scroll
At the wild mandate of a lonely bird
Calling like a lost soul.
O tale of perished years!
O everlasting hope for the new day,
The joy beyond the tears.
Whom toils and trammels bind,
Somewhere the purport of our days shall know,
Somewhere at last shall find
Of torn hearts healed anew,
Sorrow grown joy, and pleasure after pain,
And all dear dreams come true.