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Angel

Come to me when grief is over,

When the tired eyes,

Seek thy cloudy wings to cover

Close their burning skies.

Come to me when tears have dwindled

Into drops of dew,

When the sighs like sobs re-kindled

Are but deep and few.

by Duncan Campbell Scott

Frost Magic

Now, in the moonrise, from a wintry sky,

The frost has come to charm with elfin might

This quiet room; to draw with symbols bright

Faces and forms in fairest charactery

Upon the casement; all the thoughts that lie

Deep hidden in my heart's core he would tell,

How the red shoots of fancy strike and swell,

by Duncan Campbell Scott

At The Gill-Nets

Tug at the net,

Haul at the net,

Strip off the quivering fish;

Hid in the mist

The winds whist,

Is like my heart's wish.

What is your wish,

Your heart's wish?

by Duncan Campbell Scott

A Love Song

I gave her a rose in early June,

Fed with the sun and the dew,

Each petal I said is a note in the tune,

The rose is the whole tune through and through,

The tune is the whole red-hearted rose,

Flush and form, honey and hue,

Lull with the cadence and throb to the close,

I love you, I love you, I love you.

Duncan Campbell Scott

In Snow-Time

I have seen things that charmed the heart to rest:

Faint moonlight on the towers of ancient towns,

Flattering the soul to dream of old renowns;

The first clear silver on the mountain crest

Where the lone eagle by his chilly nest

Called the lone soul to brood serenely free;

Still pools of sunlight shimmering in the sea,

Calm after storm, wherein the storm seemed blest.

by Duncan Campbell Scott

Dream Voyageurs

To ports of balm through isles of musk

The gentle airs are leading us;

To curtained calm and tents of dusk,

The wood-wild things unheeding us

Will share their hoards of hardihood,

Cool dew and roots of fern for food,

Frail berries full of the sun's blood.

To planets bland with dales of dream

by Duncan Campbell Scott

At Sea

Three are emerald pools in the sea,

And wing-like flashes of light;

The sea is bound with the heavens

In a large delight.

Night comes out of the east

And rushes down on the sun;

The emerald pools and the light pools

Are darkened and done.

by Duncan Campbell Scott

Ecstasy

The shore-lark soars to his topmost flight,

Sings at the height where morning springs,

What though his voice be lost in the light,

The light comes dropping from his wings.

Mount, my soul, and sing at the height

Of thy clear flight in the light and the air,

Heard or unheard in the night in the light

Sing there! Sing there!

by Duncan Campbell Scott

At William Maclennan's Grave

Here where the cypress tall

Shadows the stucco wall,

Bronze and deep,

Where the chrysanthemums blow,

And the roses--blood and snow--

He lies asleep.

Florence dreameth afar;

Memories of foray and war,

by Duncan Campbell Scott

The Builder

WHEN the deep cunning architect

Had the great minster planned,

They worked in faith for twice two hundred years

And reared the building grand;

War came and famine and they did not falter,

But held his line,

And filled the space divine

With carvings meet for the soul's eye;

by Duncan Campbell Scott

The Forgers

IN the smithy it began:

Let's make something for a man!

Hear the bellows belch and roar,

Splashing light on roof and floor:

From their nest the feathery sparks

Fly like little golden larks:

Hear each forger's taunting yell,

Tell–tell–tell–tell–

by Duncan Campbell Scott

The Wood By The Sea

I DWELL in the wood that is dark and kind

But afar off tolls the main,

Afar, far off I hear the wind,

And the roving of the rain.

The shade is dark as a palmer's hood,

The air with balm is bland:

But I wish the trees that breathe in the wood

Were ashes in God's hand.

by Duncan Campbell Scott