Little brown baby-bird, lapped in… Wrapped in your nest, Strapped in your nest, Your straight little cradle-board… Its hands are your nest;

Pillowed and hushed on the silent… Wrapped in her mantle of golden gr… Wearied of pleasuring weeks away, Summer is lying asleep to-day,— Where winds come sweet from the wi…

(ACROSTIC) Crown of her, young Vancouver; cr… Atlantic and far Pacific sweeping… North of her, ice and arctics; sou… Aloft, her Empire’s pennant; belo…

(INSCRIBED TO ONE BEYO… Know by the thread of music woven… This fragile web of cadences I sp… That I have only caught these son… Voiced them upon your haunting vio…

It is dusk on the Lost Lagoon, And we two dreaming the dusk away, Beneath the drift of a twilight gr… Beneath the drowse of an ending da… And the curve of a golden moon.

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…

Into the rose gold westland, its y… World of the bison’s freedom, home… Roll out, O seas! in sunlight bat… Your plains wind-tossed, and grass… Farther than vision ranges, farthe…

To none the city bends a servile k… Purse-proud and scornful, on her h… And at her feet the great white mo… Shoulders incessantly the grey-gol… One the Almighty’s child since ti…

A thin wet sky, that yellows at th… And meets with sun-lost lip the ma… The pools low lying, dank with mos… Glint through their mildews like l… Among the wild rice in the still l…

‘False,’ they said, 'thy Pale-fac… Rise and wed thy Redskin wooer, n… Cease thy watching, cease thy drea… Show the white thine Indian scorn… Thus they taunted her, declaring,…

(NEW BRUNSWICK) The long red flats stretch open to… Breathing their moisture on the A… The seaweeds cling with flesh-like… The rocks give shelter that the sa…

Sounds of the seas grow fainter, Sounds of the sands have sped; The sweep of gales, The far white sails, Are silent, spent and dead.

Music, music with throb and swing, Of a plaintive note, and long; ’Tis a note no human throat could… No harp with its dulcet golden str… Nor lute, nor lyre with liquid rin…

Time and its ally, Dark Disarmame… Have compassed me about, Have massed their armies, and on b… My forces put to rout; But though I fight alone, and fal…

What of the days when we two dream… Days marvellously fair, As lightsome as a skyward floating… Sailing on summer air— Summer, summer, that came drifting…