Poetry

Madonna with Two Angels By  Duncan Campbell Scott Under the sky without a stain The long, ripe, rippling of the grain; Light, broadcast from the gold…

The Beggar and the Angel By  Duncan Campbell Scott An angel burdened with self-pity Came out of heaven to a modern city. He saw a beggar on the stree…

The Violet Pressed In a Copy of Shakespeare By  Duncan Campbell Scott Here in the inmost of the master’s heart     This violet crisp with early dew, …

Fragment of an Ode to Canada By  Duncan Campbell Scott This is the land! It lies outstretched a vision of delight, Bent like a shield between the sil…

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 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…

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 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, …