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    …

The Ideal By  Duncan Campbell Scott Let your soul grow a thing apart,     Untroubled by the restless day, Sublimed by some unconscious art,     Contr…

At the Lattice By  Duncan Campbell Scott Good-night, Marie, I kiss thine eyes,     A tender touch on either lid; They cover, as a cloud, the skies   …

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…

Life and Death By  Duncan Campbell Scott I thought of death beside the lonely sea, That went beyond the limit of my sight, Seeming the image of his m…

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, …

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 Canadian’s Home (Song) By  Duncan Campbell Scott There is rain upon the window, There is wind upon the tree; The rain is slowly sobbing, The wind…

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…

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…