#CanadianWriters
The winds that on the uplands soft… Grow keener where the ice is linge… Where the first robin on the shelt… Pipes blithely to the tune, “When… Hear him again, “Spring! Spring!”…
Here where the cypress tall Shadows the stucco wall, Bronze and deep, Where the chrysanthemums blow, And the roses—blood and snow—
IN the smithy it began: Let’s make something for a man! Hear the bellows belch and roar, Splashing light on roof and floor: From their nest the feathery spark…
THE slender moon and one pale sta… A rose leaf and a silver bee From some god’s garden blown afar, Go down the gold deep tranquilly. Within the south there rolls and g…
O noble youth that held our honour… And bore it sacred through the bat… How shall we give full measure of… To thy sharp labour, thy immortal… For though we sowed with doubtful…
With a golden rolling sound Booming came a bell, From the aery in the tower Eagles fell; So with regal wings
Creep into my heart, creep in, cre… Afar from the fret, the toil and t… Where the spring of love forever f… As clear as light and as sweet as… (Creep into my heart),
Set within a desert lone, Circled by an arid sea, Stands a figure carved in stone, Where a fountain used to be. Two abraded, pleading hands
I gave her a rose in early June, Fed with the sun and the dew, Each petal I said is a note in th… The rose is the whole tune through… The tune is the whole red-hearted…
Here in the pungent gloom Where the tamarac roses glow And the balsam burns its perfume, A vireo turns his slow Cadence, as if he gloated
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 away to Nantucket,
(The refrain is quoted by Edward… one of his letters) Growing, growing, all the glory go… Flashing out of fire and light, bu… All the world’s a-dying and failin…
Her life was touched with early fr… About the April of her day, Her hold on earth was lightly lost… And like a leaf she went away. Her soul was chartered for great d…
Veil-like and beautiful Gathered the dutiful Mist in the night, True to the messaging, Dreamful and presaging
Dawn-cool, dew-cool Gleams the surface of my pool Bird haunted, fern enchanted, Where but tempered spirits rule; Stars do not trace their mystic li…