A Woman In Hospital (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
I know it all . . . I know.For I am God. I am Jehovah, HeWho made you what you ...
Fay Inchfawn Poems (45 Poems)
The Daily Interview (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
Such a sensation Sunday's preacher made."Christian!" he cried, "what is your stock- in-trade?Alas! Too often nil. ...
The Prize Fight (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
I am a boxer, who does not inflict blows on the air,but I hit hard and straight at my own ...
To A Rebellious Daughter (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
You call authority "a grievous thing."With careless hands you snap the leading string,And, for a frolic (so it seems ...
Homesick (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
I shut my eyes to rest 'em, just a bit ago it seems,An' back among the Cotswolds I ...
On Washing Day (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
I'm going to gran'ma's for a bitMy mother's got the copper lit;An' piles of clothes are on the floor,An' steam ...
The Little House (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
One yestereve, in the waning light,When the wind was still and the gloaming bright,There came a breath from ...
To Mother (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
I would that you should know,Dear mother, that I love you — love you so!That I remember other ...
Within My House (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
First, there's the entrance, narrow, and so small,The hat-stand seems to fill the tiny hall;That staircase, too, has such ...
The Street Player (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
The shopping had been tedious, and the rainCame pelting down as she turned home again.The motor-bus ...
For Mothering! (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
Up to the Hall, my lady there'll wear her satin gown,For little Miss and Master'll be coming ...
When Baby Strayed (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
When Baby strayed, it seemed to me,Sun, moon and stars waned suddenly.At once, with frenzied haste, my feetRan ...
The Flight Of The Fairies (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
There's a rustle in the woodlands, and a sighing in the breeze,For the Little Folk are busy in the ...
The Lads Love By The Gate (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
Down in the dear West Country, there's a garden where I know The Spring is rioting this hour, though ...
On All Souls’ Eve (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
Oh, the garden ways are lonely!Winds that bluster, winds that shout,Battle with the strong laburnum,Toss the sad brown ...
The Home Lights (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
In my father's house! The wordsBring sweet cadence to my ears.Wandering thoughts, like homing birds,Fly all swiftly down the years,To ...
The Dear Folks In Devon (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
Back in the dear old country 'tis Christ- mas, and to-nightI'm thinking of the mistletoe and holly berries ...
If Only….. (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
If only dinner cooked itself,And groceries grew upon the shelf;If children did as they were told,And never had a cough ...
At The Cross Roads (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
There I halted. Further down the hollowStood the township, where my errand lay.Firm my purpose, till a voice cried ...
The Carrier (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
Owd John's got past his work, said they,Last week as ever was — "don't payTo send by him. ...
When He Comes (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
"When He comes!My sweetest 'When'!"C. ROSSETTI.Thus may it be (I thought) at someday's close,Some lilac-haunted eve, when every roseBreathes forth ...
The Housewife (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
See, I am cumbered, Lord, With serving, and with small vexa- tious things.Upstairs, and down, my feetMust ...
The Naughty Day (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
I've had a naughty day to-day. I scrunched a biscuit in my hair,And dipped my feeder in the milk, ...
The House-Mother (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
Across the town the evening bell is ringing;Clear comes the call, through kitchen windows winging!Lord, knowing ...
The Reason (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
Why shouldest Thou be as a wayfaring man, thatturneth aside to tarry for a night? — Jer. xiv. 8.Nay, do ...
Little Fan (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
When little Fanny came to town, I felt as I could sing!She were the sprackest little maid, the ...
Two Women (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
I beseech Euodias, and beseech Syntyche, that theybe of the same mind in the Lord — Phil. iv. 2,EUODIAS.But if ...
Song Of A Woodland Stream (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
Silent was I, and so still,As day followed day.Imprisoned untilKing Frost worked his will.Held fast like a vice,In his cold ...
To An Old Teapot (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
Now from the dust of half-forgotten things,You rise to haunt me at the year's Spring- cleaning,And ...
In Convalescenc (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
Not long ago, I prayed for dying grace,For then I thought to see Thee face to ...