#CanadianWriters
I hear a cry from the Sansard cav… O mother, will no one hearken? A cry of the lost, will no one sav… A cry of the dead, though the ocea… And the scream of a gull as he whe…
THERE come dull days in love’s c… When clouds and doubt obscure the… The woods are still; no songs of b… No sunlight falls, and desolate an… As if harmonious with the lurking…
WITH each new day new cares will… Trials and heart-aches; yet do tho… But take them lovingly, and, weavi… Into a crown of thorns, wear and l… For ever on thy head, a diadem,
Before the seas and mountains were… I reigned. I hung the universe in… I capped earth’s poles with ice to… And set the moving tides their bou… I smoothed the granite mountains w…
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 LITTLE sprite sat on a moonbe… When the night was waning away, And over the world to the eastward Spread the first faint flush of da… The moonbeam was cold and slippery…
I HEARD a voice at midnight, an… “O weary heart, O soul for which… Why wilt thou spurn My wounded ha… ”Is there a heart more tender, mor… Than that sad heart which gave its…
THOU stand’st complete in every… An individual of thy kind; But whence thou cam’st and what th… Didst ever ask thee of thy mind? Thou claim’st a portion of God’s…
These mountains reign alone, they… The transitory life of woods and s… Wrapt in the deep solemnity of dre… They drain the sunshine of the upp… Beneath their peaks, the huge clou…
HER love was that full love which… Flows in and out life’s smallest g… And fills with music through long… Cold hearts that else would stern… Her smile would cheer, her faintes…
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,
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…
UNSEEN in the great minister do… Whose shafts are centuries, its sp… The vaulted universe, our master s… And organ-voices like a far-off ch… Roll thro’ the aisles of thought.…
’TWAS afternoon in winter, and t… Sloped softly up the walls, as day… In tremulous cloud-beams, while th… Blazoned with saints the columns o… All sounds had died away; to left…
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…