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Lines In Memory Of Edmund Morris

Dear Morris--here is your letter--

Can my answer reach you now?

Fate has left me your debtor,

You will remember how;

For I went away to Nantucket,

And you to the Isle of Orleans,

And when I was dawdling and dreaming

Over the ways and means

by Duncan Campbell Scott

A Mystery Play

CHARACTERS

The Father. The Child. Death. Angels.

Two Travellers.

* * * * *

_The even settles still and deep,

In the cold sky the last gold burns,

Across the colour snow flakes creep.

Each one from grey to glory turns

by Duncan Campbell Scott

Christmas Folk-Song

Those who die on Christmas Day

(I heard the triumphant Seraph say)

Will be remembered, for they died

Upon the Holy Christmastide;

When they attain to Paradise,

The Angels with the tranquil Eyes

Will ask if Jesus rules on Earth

The Anniversary of His Birth;

by Duncan Campbell Scott

Feuilles D'Automne

Gather the leaves from the forest

And blow them over the world,

The wind of winter follows

The wind of autumn furled.

Only the beech tree cherishes

A leaf or two for ruth,

Their stems too tough for the tempest,

Like thoughts of love and of youth.

by Duncan Campbell Scott

Fantasia

Here in Samarcand they offer emeralds,

Pure as frozen drops of sea-water,

Rubies, pale as dew-ponds stained with slaughter,

Where the fairies fought for a king's daughter

In the elfin upland.

Here they sell you jade and calcedony,

And the matrix of the turquoise,

Spheres of onyx held in eagles' claws,

by Duncan Campbell Scott

A Legend Of Christ's Nativity

At Bethlehem upon the hill,

The day was done, the night was nigh,

The dusk was deep and had its will,

The stars were very small and still,

Like unblown tapers, faint and high.

The noises had begun to fall,

And quiet stole upon the place,

The howl of dogs along the wall,

by Duncan Campbell Scott

Improvisation On An Old Song

(The refrain is quoted by Edward Fitzgerald in

one of his letters)

Growing, growing, all the glory going;

Flashing out of fire and light, burning to a husk,

All the world's a-dying and failing in the dusk--

_Growing, growing, all the glory going._

Rust is on the door-latch, ashes at the root,

by Duncan Campbell Scott

Madonna With Two Angels

Under the sky without a stain

The long, ripe, rippling of the grain;

Light, broadcast from the golden oats

Over the blackberry fences floats.

Madonna sits in a cedar chair

Tranquillized by the warm, still air;

One of the angels asleep on her knee

Under the shade of an apple tree.

by Duncan Campbell Scott

An Impromptu

Here in the pungent gloom

Where the tamarac roses glow

And the balsam burns its perfume,

A vireo turns his slow

Cadence, as if he gloated

Over the last phrase he floated;

Each one he moulds and mellows

Matching it with its fellows:

by Duncan Campbell Scott

Elizabeth Speaks

(Aetat Six)

Now every night we light the grate

And I sit up till _really_ late;

My Father sits upon the right,

My Mother on the left, and I

Between them on an ancient chair,

That once belonged to my Great-Gran,

Before my Father was a man.

by Duncan Campbell Scott

By A Child's Bed

She breathèd deep,

And stepped from out life's stream

Upon the shore of sleep;

And parted from the earthly noise,

Leaving her world of toys,

To dwell a little in a dell of dream.

Then brooding on the love I hold so free,

My fond possessions come to be

by Duncan Campbell Scott

From Beyond

Here there is balm for every tender heart

Wounded by life;

Rest for each one who bore a valiant part

Crushed in the strife.

I suffered there and held a losing fight

Even to the grave;

And now I know that it was very right

To suffer and be brave.

by Duncan Campbell Scott