Poetry

Winter (Song) By  Duncan Campbell Scott Sing me a song of the dead world, Of the great frost deep and still, Of the sword of fire the wind hurled    …

ANGEL By  Duncan Campbell Scott Come to me when grief is over,     When the tired eyes, Seek thy cloudy wings to cover     Close their burning skies.…

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, …

Autumn (Song) By  Duncan Campbell Scott Sing me a song of the autumn clear, With the mellow days and the ruddy eves; Sing me a song of the ending yea…

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…

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 …

In an Old Quarry November By  Duncan Campbell Scott Above the lifeless pools the mist films swim, On the lowlands where sedges chaff and nod; The wit…

In November To J. A. R. By  Duncan Campbell Scott The ruddy sunset lies     Banked along the west; In flocks with sweep and rise     The birds are go…

A November Day By  Duncan Campbell Scott There are no clouds above the world,     But just a round of limpid grey, Barred here with nacreous lines un…

From Shadow By  Duncan Campbell Scott Now the November skies, And the clouds that are thin and gray, That drop with the wind away; A flood of sunligh…