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Across the street, an humble woman… To her ’tis little fortune ever gi… Denied the wines of life, it puzzl… To know how she can laugh so cheer… This morn I listened to her softl…
A trail upwinds from Golden; It leads to a land God only knows… To the land of eternal frozen snow… That trail unknown and olden. And they tell a tale that is stran…
October’s orchestra plays softly o… The northern forest with its thous… And Autumn, the conductor wields… The Golden-rod—The baton that he…
At husking time the tassel fades To brown above the yellow blades, Whose rustling sheath enswathes th… That bursts its chrysalis in scorn Longer to lie in prison shades.
The sky-line melts from russet int… Unbroken the horizon, saving where A wreath of smoke curls up the far… And points the distant lodges of t… Etched where the lands and cloudla…
Halifax sits on her hills by the s… In the might of her pride,— Invincible, terrible, beautiful, s… With a sword at her side. To right and to left of her, battl…
Soulless is all humanity to me To-night. My keenest longing is t… Alone, alone with God’s grey eart… Pulse of my pulse and consort of m… To-night my soul desires no fellow…
Who is it lacks the knowledge? Wh… To whine and sneer that they do no… But we of the North will answer,… Let the curs beware lest the whelp… For these are the kind whose muscl…
“Wreck and stray and castaway.”—S… Once more adrift. O’er dappling sea and broad lagoon… O’er frowning cliff and yellow dun… The long, warm lights of afternoon
There’s a spirit on the river, the… They are chanting, they are singin… As they steal amid the silence, And the shadows of the shore. You can hear them when the Northe…
A meadow brown; across the yonder… A zigzag fence is ambling; here a… Of underbush has cleft its course… Till where beyond it staggers up a… The long, grey rails stretch in a…
To-night I hunger so, Beloved one, to know If you recall and crave again the… That haunted our canoe, And wove its witchcraft through
Sleep, with her tender balm, her t… Has passed me by; Afar I see her vesture, velvet-li… Float silently; O! Sleep, my tired eyes had need…
The lost wind wandering, forever g… Low overhead, Above grey mosses whispering of le… Fallen and dead. And through the lonely night sweep…
Little Lady Icicle is dreaming in… And gleaming in the north-land, he… For the frost has come and found h… With an ermine robe around her Where little Lady Icicle lies dre…