#CanadianWriters
In Memory of John Keats By the Aurelian Wall, Where the long shadows of the cent… From Caius Cestius’ tomb, A weary mortal seeking rest found…
There is fog upon the river, there… You can hear the groping ferries a… From the Battery to Harlem there’… Through looming granite canyons of… Are you sick of phones and tickers…
NOW the fire is lighted On the chimney stone, Day goes down the valley, I am left alone. Now the misty purple
When all the stars are sown Across the night-blue space, With the immense unknown, In silence face to face. We stand in speechless awe
We are as mendicants who wait Along the roadside in the sun. Tatters of yesterday and shreds Of morrow clothe us every one. And some are dotards, who believe
WHO called us forth out of darkne… Who set our hands to the toiling,… Darkly they mused, predestined to… Sowing the seed of wisdom, guardin… Little they reckoned privation, hu…
When the dawn winds whisper To the standing corn, And the rose of morning From the dark is born, All my shadowy garden
‘DUSTMAN, dustman!’ Through the deserted square he cri… And babies put their rosy fists Into their eyes. There’s nothing out of No-man’s-l…
THESE things I remember Of New England June, Like a vivid day-dream In the azure noon, While one haunting figure
MY tent stands in a garden Of aster and goldenrod, Tilled by the rain and the sunshin… And sown by the hand of God,— An old New England pasture
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…
HERE we came when love was young… Now that love is old, Shall we leave the floor unswept And the hearth acold? Here the hill-wind in the dusk,
IT is the mellow season When gold enchantment lies On stream and road and woodland, To gladden soul’s surmise. The little old grey homesteads
NOW the little rivers go Muffled safely under snow, And the winding meadow streams Murmur in their wintry dreams, While a tinkling music wells
SHINING, shining children Of the summer rain, Racing down the valley, Sweeping o’er the plain! Rushing through the forest,