Fanny Hawke Leaving No-one on the pier to wave her away Goodbye to the baskets In an angle in the breakfast room Goodbye little brother With your long face Small smooth shells on the great strands Come little Fanny Hawke Be an outlaw for us Bring what you own In a sea-box Your linens Your simplest stitchings Your evening headcloths Your confident plainness Look at your elegant son Squaring up landscapes And your other son A captain in a war All happening as you set out Oh Fanny