#Canadians #Women
I walked to-day, but not alone, Adown a windy, sea-girt lea, For memory, spendthrift of her cha… Peopled the silent lands for me. The faces of old comradeship
The dark is coming o’er the world,… And the fields where poplars stand… All our groves of green delight ha… There are voices quite unknown upo… The wind has grown too weary for a…
Out of the fires of the sunset com… We have girdled the world in our s… Still to our battered canvas the s… And our hearts are swelling within… Beyond are the dusky hills where t…
A pale enchanted moon is sinking l… Behind the dunes that fringe the s… And there is haunted starlight on… Of immemorial sea. I am alone and need no more preten…
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…
When the salt wave laps on the lon… And frets the reef with its windy… And the dawn’s white light is thre… The purple firs in the landward va… While yet the arms of the wide gra…
Hate is only Love that has mis… Had it been when I came to the va… Chance had led my feet to the way… I might have cherished you well, h… Great as my hatred is, so might my…
My friend has gone away from me From shadow into perfect light, But leaving a sweet legacy. My heart shall hold it long in fee… A grand ideal, calm and bright,
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…
Life, come to me in no pale guise… I care not for thee in such placid… I would share widely, Life, In all thy joy and strife, Would sound thy deeps and reach th…
With tears they buried you to-day, But well I knew no turf could hol… Your gladness long beneath the mou… Or cramp your laughter in the clay… I smiled while others wept for you
Surely the flowers of a hundred sp… Are simply the souls of beautiful… The poppies aflame with gold and r… Were the kisses of lovers in days… The purple pansies with dew-drops…
There is never a wind to sing o’er… On its dimpled bosom that holdeth… Wealth of silver and magicry; And the harbor is like to an ebon… With mother-o’-pearl to the lips l…
When the dark comes down, oh, the… With lisping laugh and whimper to… The boats are sailing homeward now… With many a jest and many a shout… So furl your sails and take your r…
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…
