Lines In Memory Of Edmund Morris (Duncan Campbell Scott Poems)
Dear Morris--here is your letter--Can my answer reach you now?Fate has left me your debtor,You will remember how;For I went ...
Dear Morris--here is your letter--Can my answer reach you now?Fate has left me your debtor,You will remember how;For I went ...
February 23, 1921. Read at Hart House Theatre before the University of Toronto. The Muse is stern unto her favoured ...
Here is the height of land:The watershed on either handGoes down to Hudson BayOr Lake Superior;The stars are up, and ...
Far in the east the rain-clouds sweep and harry, Down the long haggard hills, formless and low,Far in the west ...
At Bethlehem upon the hill, The day was done, the night was nigh,The dusk was deep and had its will,The ...
Dawn-cool, dew-coolGleams the surface of my poolBird haunted, fern enchanted,Where but tempered spirits rule;Stars do not trace their mystic linesIn ...
This is not June,--by Autumn's stratagemThou hast been ambushed in the chilly air; Upon thy fragile crest virginal fairThe rime ...
From the upland hidden, Where the hill is sunny Tawny like pure honey In the August heat,Memories float unbidden Where ...
With a golden rolling sound Booming came a bell,From the aery in the towerEagles fell;So with regal wings Hurled, and ...
INurture thyself, O Soul, from the clear springThat wells beneath the secret inner shrine;Commune with its deep murmur,--'tis divine;Be faithful ...
She is free of the trap and the paddle, The portage and the trail,But something behind her savage ...
Here where the cypress tallShadows the stucco wall, Bronze and deep,Where the chrysanthemums blow,And the roses--blood and snow-- ...
INow, in the moonrise, from a wintry sky,The frost has come to charm with elfin mightThis quiet room; to draw ...
Set within a desert lone, Circled by an arid sea,Stands a figure carved in stone, Where ...
The Earth moans in her sleepLike an old motherWhose sons have gone to the war,Who weeps silently in her heartTill ...
She breath?d deep, And stepped from out life's streamUpon the shore of sleep;And parted from the earthly noise,Leaving her world ...
To ports of balm through isles of muskThe gentle airs are leading us;To curtained calm and tents of dusk,The wood-wild ...
Creep into my heart, creep in, creep in,Afar from the fret, the toil and the din,Where the spring of love ...
With a golden rolling sound Booming came a bell, From the aery in the tower Eagles fell; So with regal ...
The Muse is stern unto her favoured sons, Giving to some the keys of all the joy Of the green ...
Set within a desert lone, Circled by an arid sea, Stands a figure carved in stone, Where a fountain used ...
She is free of the trap and the paddle, The portage and the trail, But something behind her savage life ...
Here is the height of land: The watershed on either hand Goes down to Hudson Bay Or Lake Superior; The ...
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