#CanadianWriters
THE Muse, when asked what words… Were worthy tribute to his fame, Took up her pen, and on the stone Inscribed his name.
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
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.…
WE stand above the abyss; beneath… Around and onward infinite darknes… The sky above is black; the watch-… The dying year. While slow in sil… Pale ghosts come towards us from t…
DEDICATION O POOR, sad hearts that strug… Like shipwrecked sailors on a spar… Through deepening glooms, if haply… Some day-dawn glimmer of what is t…
THERE’S a lonely spot in the so… More lone than the moonless sea; And a gulf, that never a bridge ca… 'Tween him and all that be; And the lips we kiss, and the eyes…
I SAW Truth on the mountains, go… With day-dawn, girt about with ski… Of azure mist, half veiling from m… Her silent face and gaze upturned… Beneath were clouded steeps of sha…
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…
I SEE the great blue ocean kiss… Far to the South, I hear the sea-… Among the crags, while underneath… Goes swiftly by. The sun looks down upon the twinkl…
“LIFE is sad,” says the wind in… To the still soul listening, While the pale, pale day declines Like a white bird on the wing. “Life is sad,” says the quiet eart…
HOPE? What! hope!'you say ther… Hope! when the light is out; hope!… Hope! No, no, good lady! no hope… No home for me but the clammy grav… Hope! Well, there might have been…
WHAT power can break the inner h… The rich imaginings, heard like di… O’er purple meadow-lands at eve, w… Look starwards mute? Hopes that l… Into mid-heaven, and to entrancèd…
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,
DO you remember how, one autumn n… We sat upon the rocks and watched… In dreamlike silence, while the mo… On you and me? How, as we lingered musing, side b…
I CLOSED the book, but fancied… I heard, like distant music roll, The far-off echoes in my soul Of his great life. I listened til… Entranced, I thought that I could…