#Canadians
YOU’RE only a dumb little dog,… About ten or twelve pounds or so, And your wits must be all in a fog… If you have any wits, I know. But you’ve two such soft brown eye…
The immortal spirit hath no bars To circumscribe its dwelling place… My soul hath pastured with the sta… Upon the meadow-lands of space. My mind and ear at times have caug…
O GRIP the earth, ye forest tree… Grip well the earth to-night, The Storm-God rides across the se… To greet the morning light. All clouds that wander through the…
O YE Wise of the Earth, are ye w… “We can tell from a bone,” ye say, “An animal’s shape and size, And the size and shape of its prey… “For such and such joint,” say ye,
A WAYSIDE cross at set of day Unto my sprit thus did say’ “O soul, my branching arms you see Point four ways to infinity. ”One points to infinite above,
I HID in the world and sang, And I sang so loud and long That all the ages rang With the music of my song. I sang of the earth and sky,
Plunged in night, I sit alone Eyeless on this dungeon stone, Naked, shaggy, and unkempt, Dreaming dreams no soul hath dream… Rats and vermin round my feet
WHAT boots it to be great? To live in royal state And feast with kings, Since now all things One doom await?
In lonely watches night by night Great visions burst upon my sight, For down the stretches of the sky The hosts of dead go marching by. Strange ghostly banners o’er them…
O little hands, long vanished in t… Sweet fairy hands that were my tre… My heart is full of music from som… Where ye make melody for God’s de… Though autumn clouds obscure the s…
O rising Sun, so fair and gay, What are you bringing me, I pray, Of sorrow or of joy to-day? You look as if you meant to please… Reclining in your gorgeous ease
AS some great cloud upon a mounta… Hanging for ever, shutteth out the… Its chilly fingers twining in the… And blighting them, so ever one da… Broods o’er my life and makes my s…
WHY hurry, little river, Why hurry to the sea? There is nothing there to do But to sink into the blue And all forgotten be.
THE confines of our being are not… White limbs of sense. Our true se… And higher than the path of furthe… Beyond the reach of sense, each he… And feels. The root alone of gian…
WORDS are but passing symbols of… Crying unto deep in individual sou… And men are words on the great voi… Through Nature, since that morn w… The elements heard, and they who v…
