#CanadianWriters
Comrades, up! Let us row down str… While far in the clear north-west… Before us the sun will rise, deep-… It is well to meet him thus, with… The wakening birds will sing for u…
Down home to-night the moonshine f… Across a hill with daisies pied, The pear tree by the garden gate Beckons with white arms like a bri… A savor as of trampled fern
There’s a hush and stillness calm… For the waves have wooed all the w… In the shadow of headlands bold an… But some gracious spirit has taken… Of the crystal sky and filled it u…
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
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…
Across the meadow in brooding shad… I walk to drink of the autumn’s wi… The charm of story, the artist’s g… To-day on these silvering hills is… On height, in hollow, where’er I…
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…
Beloved, this the heart I offer t… Is purified from old idolatry, From outworn hopes, and from the l… Of passion’s dregs, by penitential… Take thou it, then, and fill it up…
We told her that her far off shore… And that her sky was dull and mirk… She only sighed in answer, “It is… But oh, the ragged splendor when t… We brought her dew-wet roses from…
It is a year dear one, since you a… Went out beyond my yearning mortal… A wondrous year! perchance in many… You have sojourned, or basked with… Of mightier suns; it may be you ha…
I lash and writhe against my priso… And watch with sullen eyes the gap… Give me my freedom and the burning… The hollow sky, and crags of moonl… Once I might range across the tra…
Athwart the harbor lingers yet The ashen gleam of breaking day, And where the guardian cliffs are… The noiseless shadows steal away; But all the winnowed eastern sky
Lo, find we here when the ripe day… A kingdom of enchantment by the sh… Behold the sky with early stars as… A jewelled flagon brimmed with pur… Like a dumb poet’s soul the troubl…
Let those who will of friendship s… And to its guerdon grateful be, But I a lyric garland bring To crown thee, O, mine enemy! Thanks, endless thanks, to thee I…
I know a place for loitering feet Deep in the valley where the breez… Makes melody in lichened boughs, And murmurs low love-litanies. There slender harebells nod and dr…
