The Unnamed Lake and Other Poems

by Frederick George Scott


 

TO A FLY IN WINTER


 

GOOD day, little Fly,
Here we are—you and I,
    The children of summer;
Warm you wings at the fire,
Take what food you desire,
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You 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.
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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.