#CanadianWriters
There is something in the autumn t… Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my heart is like a rhyme, With the yellow and the purple and… The scarlet of the maples can shak…
SAID a traveller by the way Pausing, 'What hast thou to say, Flower by the dusty road, That would ease a mortal’s load?’ Traveller, hearken unto me!
LET me have a scarlet maple For the grave-tree at my head, With the quiet sun behind it, In the years when I am dead. Let me have it for a signal,
IN the Garden of Eden, planted b… There were goodly trees in the spr… Trees of beauty and height and gra… To stand in splendor before His f… Apple and hickory, ash and pear,
ON the world’s far edges Faint and blue, Where the rocky ledges Stand in view, Fades the rosy tender
THE tall carnations crown the gar… Bowed on their stalks. Said Jock-a-dreams to John-a-nods… ‘What are the odds That we shall wake up here within…
A Threnody for Robert Louis Stev… COLD, the dull cold! What ails t… And takes the heart out of the day… What makes the morning look so mea… The Common so forlorn and gray?
HERE by the gray north sea, In the wintry heart of the wild, Comes the old dream of thee, Guendolen, mistress and child. The heart of the forest grieves
Make me over, Mother April, When the sap beings to stir! When thy flowery hand delivers All the mountain-prisoned rivers, And thy great heart beats and quiv…
Wind of the dead men’s feet, Blow down the empty street Of this old city by the sea With news for me! Blow me beyond the grime
We are the vagabonds of time, And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with r… And all the valleys blue with haze… We came unlooked for as the wind
(Sappho XXIII) I loved thee, Atthis, in the long… When the great oleanders were in f… In the broad herded meadows full o… And we would often at the fall of…
THE hilltop trees are bowing Under the coming of storm. The low gray clouds are trailing Like squadrons that sweep and form… With their ammunition of rain.
Hack ad Hew were the sons of God In the earlier earth than now: One at his right hand, one at his… To obey as he taught them how. And Hack was blind, and Hew was d…
BROWNING, old fellow, Your leaves grow yellow, Beginning to mellow As seasons pass. Your cover is wrinkled,