Poetry

The Sleeper By  Duncan Campbell Scott Touched with some divine repose,     Isabelle has fallen asleep, Like the perfume from the rose     In and out …

A Little Song By  Duncan Campbell Scott The sunset in the rosy west     Burned soft and high; A shore-lark fell like a stone to his nest     In the w…

Summer (Song) By  Duncan Campbell Scott Sing me a song of the summer time, Of the sorrel red and the ruby clover, Where the garrulous bobolinks lilt …

A Love Song By  Duncan Campbell Scott I gave her a rose in early June, Fed with the sun and the dew, Each petal I said is a note in the tune, The ros…

To My Wife By  Duncan Campbell Scott In every heart the heart of spring     Bursts into leaf and bud; The heart of love in every heart     Leaps with…

Spring (Song) By  Duncan Campbell Scott Sing me a song of the early spring, Of the yellow light where the clear air cools, Of the lithe willows bourg…

Labor and the Angel By  Duncan Campbell Scott The wind plunges — then stops; And a column of leaves in a whirl, Like a dervish that spins — drops, Wi…

The Apparition By  Duncan Campbell Scott Gentle angel with your mantle,     All of tender green, I was yearning for a vision     Of the life unseen. …

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 Silence of Love By  Duncan Campbell Scott My heart would need the earth,     My voice would need the sea, To only tell the one half     How dear …

The Lover to His Lass By  Duncan Campbell Scott Crown her with stars, this angel of our planet, Cover her with morning, this thing of pure delight, M…

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, …