I see the harsh, wind-ridden, eastward hill, By the red ca
14 lines
Here clove the keels of centuries ago Where now unvisited
14 lines
Tons upon tons the brown-green fragrant hay O'erbrims the mows&
14 lines, 1 comment
Back to the green deeps of the outer bay The red and&
14 lines
One night came Winter noiselessly, and leaned Against my window
8 lines
Summers and summers have come, and gone with the flight of the swallow;
Sunshine and thunder have been, storm, and winter, a
68 lines
(A Modernity) Twelve good friends
27 lines
When the grey lake-water rushes Past the dripping alder-bushes,
62 lines
O Child of Nations, giant-limbed, Who stand'st among the nations 
67 lines, 1 comment
He who would start and rise Before the crowing cocks, --
32 lines
I was spawned from the glacier, A thousand miles due north
291 lines
A high bare field, brown from the plough, and borne Aslant
14 lines
It is so long ago; and men well-nigh
Forget what gladness was,&nb
43 lines
Stumps, and harsh rocks, and prostrate trunks all charred,
And gnarled roots naked to the sun and rain,--
14 lines
O rivers rolling to the sea
From lands that bear the maple-tree,
44 lines
The morning sky is white with mist, the earth
White with the inspiration of the dew.
14 lines
Over the tops of the houses
Twilight and sunset meet.
20 lines
O thou who lovest not alone
The swift success, the instant goal,
18 lines
O thou who hast beneath Thy hand
The dark foundations of the land,--
23 lines
With April here,
And first thin green on the awakening bough,
13 lines
All night the lone cicada
Kept shrilling through the rain–
16 lines
When the lights come out in the cottages
Along the shores at eve,
16 lines
I
O tranquil meadows, grassy Tantramar,
341 lines
Before our trenches at Cambrai
We saw their columns cringe away.
44 lines
Up, heart of mine,
Thou wayfarer of Earth!
34 lines
GREY rocks, and greyer sea,
And surf along the shore—
19 lines
NOW along the solemn heights
Fade the Autumn’s altar-lights;
43 lines
My glad feet shod with the glittering steel I was the god of
37 lines
The great and the little weavers, They neither rest nor sleep.
57 lines
O earth, sufficing all our needs, O you With room for 
22 lines
|