#Canadians
With April here, And first thin green on the awaken… What wonderful things and dear, My tired heart to cheer, At last appear!
One night came Winter noiselessly… Against my window-pane. In the deep stillness of his heart… The ghosts of all his slain. Leaves, and ephemera, and stars of…
O thou who lovest not alone The swift success, the instant goa… But hast a lenient eye to mark The failures of th’ inconstant sou… Consider not my little worth,—
Before our trenches at Cambrai We saw their columns cringe away. We saw their masses melt and reel Before our line of leaping steel. A handful to their storming hordes…
(from “The Sprightly Pilgrim”) I sat and read Anacreon. Moved by the gay, delicious measur… I mused that lips were made for lo… And love to charm a poet’s leisure…
Sang the sun rise on an amber morn… ‘Earth, be glad! An April day is… ’Winter’s done, and April’s in th… Earth, look up with laughter in yo… Putting off her dumb dismay of sno…
O rivers rolling to the sea From lands that bear the maple-tre… How swell your voices with the str… Of loyalty and liberty! A holy music, heard in vain
My glad feet shod with the glitter… I was the god of the wingèd heel. The hills in the far white sky wer… The world lay still in the wide wh… And the woods hung hushed in their…
O tranquil meadows, grassy Tantra… Wide marshes ever washed in cleare… Whether beneath the sole and spect… The dear severity of dawn you wear… Or whether in the joy of ample day
Grey rocks, and greyer sea, And surf along the shore— And in my heart a name My lips shall speak no more. The high and lonely hills
O earth, sufficing all our needs,… With room for body and for spirit… How patient while your children ve… Devising alien heavens beyond your… Dear dwelling of the immortal and…
All night the lone cicada Kept shrilling through the rain’ A voice of joy undaunted By unforgotten pain. Down from the wind-blown branches
A faint wind, blowing from World’… Made strange the city street. A strange sound mingled in the fal… Of the familiar feet. Something unseen whirled with the…
O thou who hast beneath Thy hand The dark foundations of the land,— The motion of whose ordered though… An instant universe hath wrought,— Who hast within Thine equal heed
The great and the little weavers, They neither rest nor sleep. They work in the height and the gl… They toil in the dark and the deep… The rainbow melts with the shower,