#Canadians #Women
Ho, a day Whereon we may up and away, With a fetterless wind that is out… And there piping a call to the fal… Where the sea evermore
My Claudia, it is long since we h… So kissed, so held each other hear… I thought to greet thee as a conqu… Bearing the trophies of his prowes… But Jove hath willed it should be…
Here on a hill of the occident sta… Comrades tried and true through a… Spring harps glad laughter through… Sing us again the songs of ancient… The glory of sunrise smites on our…
I smile o’er the wrinkled blue Lo! the sea is fair, Smooth as the flow of a maiden’s h… And the welkin’s light shines thro… Into mid-sea caverns of beryl hue,
Here is a voice that soundeth low… And lyricÂvoice of wind among the… Where the untroubled, glimmering w… And sunlight seldom shines. Elusive shadows linger shyly here,
Last night a pale young Moon was… Unto the amorous, eager Sea; Her maiden veil of mist she wore His kingly purple vesture, he. With her a bridal train of stars
When we were together, heart of my… With your tender arm about me thro… There came a grief that was bitter… And I shunned it not, so sweet it… And now when no more against mine…
Above the marge of night a star st… And on the frosty hills the sombre… Harbor an eerie wind that crooneth… Over the glimmering wastes of virg… Through the pale arch of orient th…
The scent of the earth is moist an… In the dewy shade Of the tall, dark poplars whose sl… Against the sunset bloom are laid, And a robin is whistling in the co…
Come, for the dusk is our own; let… With a quiet delight in our hearts… Through the rustling valley and wo… Under a high-sprung sky, winnowed… Sharp is the frosty air, and throu…
One said; “Lo, I would walk hand-… Adown the ways of joy and sunlit s… Of earthly song in happiest vagran… To pluck the blossom of a thousand… Let us together drain the wide wor…
Lo, it is dark, Save for the crystal spark Of a virgin star o’er the purpling… Or the fine, keen, silvery grace o… Moon that is hung
We shall launch our shallop on wat… We shall sail with the magic of du… Over oceans that stretch to the su… And our pilot shall be the vesper… The sirens will call to us again,…
Shut from the clamor of the street By an old wall with lichen grown, It holds apart from jar and fret A peace and beauty all its own. The freshness of the springtime ra…
If Mary had known When she held her Babe’s hands in… Little hands that were tender and… All dented with dimples from finge… Such as mothers have kissedÂ
