#Canadians
HERE in lovely New England When summer is come, a sea-turn Flutters a page of remembrance In the volume of long ago. Soft is the wind over Grand Pré
FOR a name unknown, Whose fame unblown Sleeps in the hills For ever and aye; For her who hears
Halleluja! What sound is this across the dark While all the earth is sleeping?… Halleluja! Halleluja! Halleluja! Why are thy tender eyes so bright,
We are the vagabonds of time, And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with r… And all the valleys blue with haze… We came unlooked for as the wind
NOW soon, ah, very soon, I know The trumpets of the north will blo… And the great winds will come to b… The pale wild riders of the snow. Darkening the sun with level fligh…
Harvard, 1914 SIR, friends, and scholars, we ar… A high occasion. Our New England… All her unrivalled beauty as of ol… And June, with scent of bayberry…
Wind of the dead men’s feet, Blow down the empty street Of this old city by the sea With news for me! Blow me beyond the grime
What need have you of praising? C… Some lonely poet no one praises ye… Him rather would I choose, that h… A fellow-craftsman knew him, marke… But you—the whole world praises yo…
OVER the rim of a lacquered bowl… Where a cold blue water-color stan… I see the wintry breakers roll And heave their froth up the freez… Here in immunity safe and dull,
Make me over, Mother April, When the sap beings to stir! When thy flowery hand delivers All the mountain-prisoned rivers, And thy great heart beats and quiv…
TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin’s spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas… I give you joy, my friends, That as the round year ends,
SHIPMATE, leave the ghostly sh… Where thy boon companions throng! We will put to sea together Through the twilight with a song. Leering closer, rank and girding,
I thank thee, Earth, for water go… The sea’s great bath of buoyant gr… Or the cold mountain torrent’s flo… That I may keep this body clean. I thank thee more for goodly wine,
I SEE the great blue heron Rising among the reeds And floating down the wind, Like a gliding sail With the set of the stream.
I like the old house tolerably wel… Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall feel quite… I love to roam.