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Frederick
George Scott
COLLECTED
POEMS
To
A Fly in Winter
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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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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]
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