Fly Leaves

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Title: Fly Leaves
Author: C. S. Calverley
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Transcribed by David Price, email [email protected]
. From the
1884 Deighton, Bell, and Co. edition.
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)
Phobus 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.

IN THE GLOAMING.
In the Gloaming to be roaming, where the crested waves are foaming,
And the shy mermaidens combing locks that ripple to their feet; When
the Gloaming is, I never made the ghost of an endeavour
To discover--but whatever were the hour, it would be sweet.
"To their feet," I say, for Leech's sketch indisputably teaches
That the mermaids of our beaches do not end in ugly tails, Nor have
homes among the corals; but are shod with neat balmorals,
An arrangement no one quarrels with, as many might with scales.
Sweet to roam beneath a shady cliff, of course with some young lady,
Lalage, Neaera, Haidee, or Elaine, or Mary Ann:
Love, you dear
delusive dream, you! Very sweet your victims deem you,
When, heard only by the seamew, they talk all the stuff