Poetry

Love and a Question By  Robert Lee Frost A stranger came to the door at eve, And he spoke the bridegroom fair. He bore a green-white stick in his han…

Indian Romance By  James McIntyre We know a hill is smooth and round, Where Indian relics may be found, This hill it hath a history, Though enveloped…

Canadian Voyageurs on the Nile By  James McIntyre The British soldiers on the Nile With gratitude did kindly smile, On the Canadian voyageurs Who ski…

A Summer Storm By  Duncan Campbell Scott Last night a storm fell on the world     From heights of drouth and heat, The surly clouds for weeks were fu…

The Reed-Player To B. C. By  Duncan Campbell Scott By a dim shore where water darkening     Took the last light of spring, I went beyond the tumult, …

The Voice and the Dusk By  Duncan Campbell Scott The slender moon and one pale star,     A rose-leaf and a silver bee From some god’s garden blown af…

Heriot's Ford By  Rudyard Kipling 'What's that that hirples at my side?' The foe that you must fight, my lord. 'That rides as fas…

Lines Read at a Maple Sugar Social April, 1888 By  James McIntyre Our first Canadian job when boy, In the big woods we did enjoy, Large maple bush we…

The First Chantey By  Rudyard Kipling Mine was the woman to me, darkling I found her; Haling her dumb from the camp, held her and bound her. Hot rose…

The Children's Song By  Rudyard Kipling Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee Our love and toil in the years to be; When we are grown and take our…

Purple Clover By  Emily Dickinson There is a flower that bees prefer, And butterflies desire; To gain the purple democrat The humming-birds aspire. A…

Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service By  Thomas Stearns Eliot     Look, look, master, here comes two religious     caterpillars.                   …