Frederick George Scott

COLLECTED POEMS


 

To A Fly in Winter



Good day, little Fly,
Here we are—you and I,
        The children of summer;
Warm your wings at the fire,
Take what food you desire,
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Your lordship I’ll hire
        As my fifer and drummer.

Outside the winds blow,
And the fast falling snow
        From the gables is drifting;

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The clouds seem to me
Like an overturned sea
Lashing field, fence, and tree,
        Never breaking or lifting.

Tune up, little Friend,

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Tell me winter will end,
        And the spring-time is coming;
When the buds with surprise
Will rub their young eyes
And look up to the skies,
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        At thy fifing and drumming.

Sing me carols of May,
And of June and the hay,
        With the sweet-smelling clover;
Of the soft winds that creep

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Round my bed as I sleep,
When the dawn lights the deep,
        And the long night is over.

Sing me songs of the brook
Where the little fish look

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        Up, with eyes full of wonder,
At the wind-shaken screen
Of the willows that lean
Over pools that are green
        As the boughs they sleep under. [Page 114]
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Tune up, little Friend,
For the winter will end,—
        Be my fifer and drummer,
And thy one song repeat,
Till its buzz and the heat
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Give my dreaming the sweet
        Taste of meadows and summer. [Page 115]