Chimneysmoke
CHIMNEYSMOKE
HIDE AND SEEK
THE ROCKING HORSE
SONGS FOR A LITTLE HOUSE
MINCE PIE
New York: George H. Doran Company
This hearth was built for thy delight,
For thee the logs were sawn,
For thee the largest chair, at night,
Is to the chimney drawn.
For thee, dear lass, the match was lit,
To yield the ruddy blaze—
May Jack Frost give us joy of it
For many, many days.
Chimneysmoke
by
Christopher Morley
Illustrated by
Thomas Fogarty
Garden City, New York Doubleday, Page & Co.1927
COPYRIGHT, 1917, 1919, 1920, 1921
BY DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. PRINTED IN
THE UNITED STATES AT THE COUNTRY
LIFE PRESS, GARDEN CITY, N. Y.
"How can I turn from any fire
On any man's hearthstone?
I know the wonder and desire
That went to build my own."
—Rudyard Kipling; "The Fires"
Author's Note
There are a number of poems in this collection that have not previously appeared in book form. But, as a few readers may discern, many of the verses are reprinted from Songs for a Little House (1917), The Rocking Horse (1919) and Hide and Seek (1920). There is also one piece revived from the judicious obscurity of an early escapade, The Eighth Sin, published in Oxford in 1912. It is on Mr. Thomas Fogarty's delightful and sympathetic drawings that this book rests its real claim to be considered a new venture. To Mr. Fogarty, and to Mr. George H. Doran, whose constant kindness and generosity contradict all the traditions about publishers and minor poets, the author expresses his permanent gratitude.
Roslyn, Long Island.
Contents
PAGE TO THE LITTLE HOUSE 19 A GRACE BEFORE WRITING 20 DEDICATION FOR A FIREPLACE 21 TAKING TITLE 22 THE SECRET 25 ONLY A MATTER OF TIME 26 AT THE MERMAID CAFETERIA 28 OUR HOUSE 29 ON NAMING A HOUSE 31 A HALLOWE'EN MEMORYIllustrations
PAGE This hearth was built for thy delight— Frontispiece And by a friend's bright gift of wine,I dedicate this house of mine 23 And of all man's felicities— 33 A little world he feels and sees:
His mother's arms, his mother's knees— 39 The 5:42 47 And Daddy once said he would like to be me
Having cocoa and animals once more for tea! 53 But heavy feeding complicates
The task by soiling many plates 59 How ill avail, on such a frosty night 65 The old swimmer 69 But Katie, the cook, is more splendid than all— 73
Than I—why don't return it! 87 And then one night— 93 The human cadence and the subtle chime
Of little laughters— 95 What years of youthful ills and pangs and bumps— 103 A Birthday 109 You must be rigid servant of your art! 123 You came, and impudent and deuce-may-care
Danced where the gutter flamed with footlight fire 127 Hostages 135 My eyes still pine for the comely line
Of an outbound vessel's hull 155 A man ain't so secretive, never cares
What kind of private papers he leaves lay— 165 Mounted Police 177 Courtesy 183 The Plumpuppets 189 ... It's hard to have to tell
How unresponsive I have found her 195 ... When you see, this Great First Time,
Lit candles on a Christmas Tree! 201 The music box 207 Solugubrious 217 In the midnight, like yourself,
I explore the pantry shelf!
Beget that shadow on her brow? 245