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The Voice And The Dusk

THE slender moon and one pale star,

A rose leaf and a silver bee

From some god's garden blown afar,

Go down the gold deep tranquilly.

Within the south there rolls and grows

A mighty town with tower and spire,

From a cloud bastion masked with rose

The lightning flashes diamond fire.

by Duncan Campbell Scott

The Sea By The Wood

I DWELL in the sea that is wild and deep,

But afar in a shadow still,

I can see the trees that gather and sleep

In the wood upon the hill.

The deeps are green as an emerald's face,

The caves are crystal calm,

But I wish the sea were a little trace

Of moisture in God's palm.

by Duncan Campbell Scott

From 'Lines In Memory Of Edmund Morris'

HERE Morris, on the plains that we have loved,

Think of the death of Akoose, fleet of foot,

Who, in his prime, a herd of antelope

From sunrise, without rest, a hundred miles

Drove through rank prairie, loping like a wolf,

Tired them and slew them, ere the sun went down.

Akoose, in his old age, blind from the smoke

Of tepees and the sharp snow light, alone

by Duncan Campbell Scott

Avis

With a golden rolling sound

Booming came a bell,

From the aery in the tower

Eagles fell;

So with regal wings

Hurled, and gleaming sound and power,

Sprang the fatal spell.

Ten a storm of burnished doves

by Duncan Campbell Scott

Life And Death

I THOUGHT of death beside the lonely sea

That went beyond the limit of my sight,

Seeming the image of his mastery,

The semblance of his huge and gloomy might.

But firm beneath the sea went the great earth,

With sober bulk and adamantine hold,

The water but a mantle for her girth,

by Duncan Campbell Scott

From Shadow

Now the November skies,

And the clouds that are thin and gray,

That drop with the wind away;

A flood of sunlight rolls,

In a tide of shallow light,

Gold on the land and white

On the water, dim and warm in the wood;

Then it is gone, and the wan

by Duncan Campbell Scott

Afterwards

Her life was touched with early frost,

About the April of her day,

Her hold on earth was lightly lost,

And like a leaf she went away.

Her soul was chartered for great deeds,

For gentle war unwonted here:

Her spirit sought her clearer needs,

An Empyrean atmosphere.

by Duncan Campbell Scott

When Spring Goes By

The winds that on the uplands softly lie,

Grow keener where the ice is lingering still

Where the first robin on the sheltered hill

Pipes blithely to the tune, "When Spring goes by!"

Hear him again, "Spring! Spring!" He seems to cry,

Haunting the fall of the flute-throated rill,

That keeps a gentle, constant, silver thrill,

While he is restless in his ecstasy.

by Duncan Campbell Scott

Off Riviere Du Loup

O ship incoming from the sea

With all your cloudy tower of sail,

Dashing the water to the lee,

And leaning grandly to the gale,

The sunset pageant in the west

Has filled your canvas curves with rose,

And jeweled every toppling crest

That crashes into silver snows!

by Duncan Campbell Scott

The Harvest

Sun on the mountain,

Shade in the valley,

Ripple and lightness

Leaping along the world,

Sun, like a gold sword

Plucked from the scabbard,

Striking the wheat-fields,

Splendid and lusty,

by Duncan Campbell Scott

Stone Breaking

March wind rough

Clashed the trees,

Flung the snow;

Breaking stones,

In the cold,

Germans slow

Toiled and toiled;

Arrowy sun

by Duncan Campbell Scott

The Violet Pressed In A Copy Of Shakespeare

Here in the inmost of the master's heart

This violet crisp with early dew

Has come to leave her beauty and to part

With all her vivid hue.

And while in hollow glades and dells of musk,

Her fellows will reflower in bands,

Clasping the deeps of shade and emerald dusk,

With sweet inviolate hands,

by Duncan Campbell Scott