#Canadians #Women
Lo, it is dark, Save for the crystal spark Of a virgin star o’er the purpling… Or the fine, keen, silvery grace o… Moon that is hung
Come, let us to the sunways of the… Hasten, while crystal dews the ros… Let us dream dreams again in our b… O’er whispering wold and hill. Castles of air yon wimpling valley…
I sought for my happiness over the… Oh, eager and far was my quest; I sought it on mountain and desert… I asked it of east and of west. I sought it in beautiful cities of…
It is a year dear one, since you a… Went out beyond my yearning mortal… A wondrous year! perchance in many… You have sojourned, or basked with… Of mightier suns; it may be you ha…
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,…
A pale enchanted moon is sinking l… Behind the dunes that fringe the s… And there is haunted starlight on… Of immemorial sea. I am alone and need no more preten…
As my letter must be brief, I’ll at once state my belief, And this it is—that, since the wor… And Adam first did say, “'Twas Eve led me astray,”
Over the fields we go, through the… That letters a message for us as f… Before us the dells are abloom, an… Feeling its kinship with us in lor… Out of the valleys of moonlight el…
Come, rest awhile, and let us idly… In glimmering valleys, cool and fa… Come from the greedy mart, the tro… And listen to the music, faint and… That echoes ever to a listening ea…
When the salt wave laps on the lon… And frets the reef with its windy… And the dawn’s white light is thre… The purple firs in the landward va… While yet the arms of the wide gra…
Lo, I have loved thee long, long… Tell me how I may win thee, tell… Shall I creep to thy white feet,… Shall I croon in mild petition, m… Shall I stretch my arms unto thee…
I know a place for loitering feet Deep in the valley where the breez… Makes melody in lichened boughs, And murmurs low love-litanies. There slender harebells nod and dr…
I feel Very much Like taking Its unholy perpetrators By the hair
Frosty-white and cold it lies Underneath the fretful skies; Snowflakes flutter where the red Banners of the poppies spread, And the drifts are wide and deep
Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as kisses on the mouth. In the dreamy vale of beeches