Book: Flint and Feather.

• Brier: Good Friday

  Because, dear Christ, your tender, wounded arm
  Bends back the brier that edges life's long way,

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• The Pilot of the Plains

  ``False,\

  52 lines, 3 comments
• The Song my Paddle Sings

  West wind, blow from your prairie nest,
    Blow from the mountains, blow from the west

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• Ojistoh

  I am Ojistoh, I am she, the wife
  Of him whose name breathes bravery and life

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• The cattle thief

  They were coming across the prairie, they were
  galloping hard and fast;

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• At Sunset

  To-night the west o'er-brims with warmest dyes;
  Its chalice overflows

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• A Cry From An Indian Wife

  My forest brave, my Red-skin love, farewell;
  We may not meet to-morrow; who can tell

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• Fasting

  'Tis morning now, yet silently I stand,
  Uplift the curtain with a weary hand,

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• Dawendine

  There's a spirit on the river, there's a ghost upon the shore,
  They are chanting, they are singing through the starlight evermore,

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• The happy hunting grounds

  Into the rose gold westland, its yellow prairies roll,
  World of the bison's freedom, home of the Indian's soul.

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• Wolverine

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• The Birds' Lullaby

  Sing to us, cedars; the twilight is creeping
    With shadowy garments, the wilderness through;

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• The vagabonds

  What saw you in your flight to-day,
  Crows, awinging your homeward way?

  30 lines, 1 comment
• Close By

  So near at hand (our eyes o'erlooked its nearness
  In search of distant things)

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• The camper

  Night 'neath the northern skies, lone, black, and grim:
  Naught but the starlight lies 'twixt heaven, and him.

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• Re-voyage

  What of the days when we two dreamed together?
  Days marvellously fair,

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• At Husking Time

  At husking time the tassel fades
  To brown above the yellow blades,

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• Nocturne

  Night of Mid-June, in heavy vapours dying,
  Like priestly hands thy holy touch is lying

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• Workworn

  Across the street, an humble woman lives;
  To her 'tis little fortune ever gives;

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• Under canvas

  IN MUSKOKA
  Lichens of green and grey on every side;

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• Easter

  Lent gathers up her cloak of sombre shading
  In her reluctant hands.

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• Overlooked

  Sleep, with her tender balm, her touch so kind,
  Has passed me by;

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• Erie Waters

  A dash of yellow sand,
  Wind-scattered and sun-tanned;

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• Christmastide

  I may not go to-night to Bethlehem,
  Nor follow star-directed ways, nor tread

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• The flight of the crows

  The autumn afternoon is dying o'er
  The quiet western valley where I lie

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• The idlers

  The sun's red pulses beat,
  Full prodigal of heat,

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• Moonset

  Idles the night wind through the dreaming firs,
  That waking murmur low,

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• Penseroso

  Soulless is all humanity to me
  To-night. My keenest longing is to be

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• Marshlands

  A thin wet sky, that yellows at the rim,
  And meets with sun-lost lip the marsh's brim.

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• Wave-won

  To-night I hunger so,
  Beloved one, to know

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• An Etching

  A meadow brown; across the yonder edge
  A zigzag fence is ambling; here a wedge

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• In The Shadows

  I am sailing to the leeward,
  Where the current runs to seaward

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• Shadow River

  MUSKOKA
  A stream of tender gladness,

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• My english letter

  When each white moon, her lantern idly swinging,
  Comes out to join the star night-watching band,

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• Rainfall

  From out the west, where darkling storm-clouds float,
  The 'waking wind pipes soft its rising note.

  16 lines
• As Red Men Die

  Captive! Is there a hell to him like this?
  A taunt more galling than the Huron's hiss?

  65 lines

• By me, right now

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