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I am the one who loved her as my l… Had watched her grow to sweet youn… Won the dear privilege to call her… And found the world, because of he… I am the one who heard the spirit…
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…
When each white moon, her lantern… Comes out to join the star night-w… Across the grey-green sea, a ship… For me a letter, from the Motherl… Naught would I care to live in qu…
IN MUSKOKA Lichens of green and grey on every… And green and grey the rocks benea… Above our heads the canvas stretch… And over all, enchantment rare and…
Elfin bell in azure dress, Chiming all day long, Ringing through the wilderness Dulcet notes of song. Daintiest of forest flowers
Hard by the Indian lodges, where… Breaks in a clearing, through ill-… She comes to labour, when the firs… Of autumn follows large and recent… Age in her fingers, hunger in her…
Because, dear Christ, your tender… Bends back the brier that edges li… That no hurt comes to heart, to so… I do not feel the thorns so much t… Because I never knew your care to…
Plains, plains, and the prairie la… To the north the open country, sou… Never a bit of woodland, never a r… Only a stretch of cactus beds, and… Never a habitation, save where in…
And only where the forest fires ha… Scorching relentlessly the cool no… A sweet wild flower lifts its purp… And, like some gentle spirit sorro… It hides the scars with almost hum…
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.
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…
All yesterday the thought of you w… And when sleep wandered o’er the w… To fill my dreams with splendour s… And in the morn I wakened with yo… Awakened, my beloved, to the morni…
Speak of you, sir? You bet he did… To go back on a fellow just becaus… Why, sir, he thought a lot of you,… Says he, “The Squire will some ti… And give us the surprise.” And so…
‘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,…
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…