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Fly Leaves

Calverley, Charles Stuart, 1831-1884

English



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Below is a summary of Fly Leaves

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)
   Phœbus 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

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