#Canadians #Women
Night in the unslumbering forest!… Vast pinelands by the foot of man… Blows the wild wind, roaming rejoi… This wilderness of God; And the tall firs that all day lon…
One said; “Lo, I would walk hand-… Adown the ways of joy and sunlit s… Of earthly song in happiest vagran… To pluck the blossom of a thousand… Let us together drain the wide wor…
Shut from the clamor of the street By an old wall with lichen grown, It holds apart from jar and fret A peace and beauty all its own. The freshness of the springtime ra…
Twilight and I went hand in hand, As lovers walk in shining Mays, O’er musky, memory-haunted ways, Across a lonely harvest-land, Where west winds chanted in the wh…
A gallant city has been builded fa… In the pied heaven, Bannered with crimson, sentinelled… Of crystal even; Around a harbor of the twilight gl…
We shall launch our shallop on wat… We shall sail with the magic of du… Over oceans that stretch to the su… And our pilot shall be the vesper… The sirens will call to us again,…
The moon comes up o’er the deeps o… And the long, low dingles that hid… Where the ancient beeches are mois… Over the pools and the whimpering… And with her the mists, like dryad…
A wide-spring meadow in a rosy daw… Bedropt with virgin buds; an orien… Fleeced with a dappled cloud but h… A mad wind blowing by, O’er slopes of rippling grass and…
When we were together, heart of my… With your tender arm about me thro… There came a grief that was bitter… And I shunned it not, so sweet it… And now when no more against mine…
There was strength in him and the… There was an infinite pity, and ha… There was truth so unshrinking and… Men read clear by its light and le… His were songs so full of a wholes…
In a lone valley fair and far, Where many sweet beguilements are, I know a spot to lag and dream Through damask morns and noons agl… For feet fall lightly on the fern
Now on the hill The fitful wind is so still That never a wimpling mist uplifts… Nor a trembling leaf drop-laden st… From the ancient firs
When I am dead I would that ye make my bed On that low-lying, windy waste by… Where the silvery grasses rustle a… There, where the crisp
Dark hills against a hollow crocus… Scarfed with its crimson pennons,… The dome of sunset long, hushed va… Cradling the twilight, where the l… And wake among the harps of leafle…
We were out on the hills that nigh… To watch our sheep; Drowsily by the fire we lay Where the waning flame did flicker… And some were weary and half aslee…