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To A Canadian Aviator Who Died For His Country In France

Tossed like a falcon from the hunter's wrist,

A sweeping plunge, a sudden shattering noise,

And thou hast dared, with a long spiral twist,

The elastic stairway to the rising sun.

Peril below thee and above, peril

Within thy car; but peril cannot daunt

Thy peerless heart: gathering wing and poise,

Thy plane transfigured, and thy motor-chant

Duncan Campbell Scott

At The Cedars

You had two girls — Baptiste —

One is Virginie —

Hold hard — Baptiste!

Listen to me.

The whole drive was jammed

In that bend at the Cedars,

The rapids were dammed

With the logs tight rammed

by Duncan Campbell Scott

Enigma

Some men are born to gather women's tears,

To give a harbour to their timorous fears,

To take them as the dry earth takes the rain,

As the dark wood the warm wind from the plain;

Yet their own tears remain unshed,

Their own tumultuous fears unsaid,

And, seeming steadfast as the forest and the earth,

Shaken are they with pain.

by Duncan Campbell Scott

The Height Of Land

Here is the height of land:

The watershed on either hand

Goes down to Hudson Bay

Or Lake Superior;

The stars are up, and far away

The wind sounds in the wood, wearier

Than the long Ojibwa cadence

In which Potàn the Wise

by Duncan Campbell Scott

Rain And The Robin

A ROBIN in the morning,

In the morning early,

Sang a song of warning,

"There'll be rain, there'll be rain."

Very,very clearly

From the orchard

Came the gentle horning,

"There'll be rain."

by Duncan Campbell Scott

Ode For The Keats Centenary

February 23, 1921.

Read at Hart House Theatre before the University of Toronto.

The Muse is stern unto her favoured sons,

Giving to some the keys of all the joy

Of the green earth, but holding even that joy

Back from their life;

Bidding them feed on hope,

A plant of bitter growth,

by Duncan Campbell Scott

Permanence

Set within a desert lone,

Circled by an arid sea,

Stands a figure carved in stone,

Where a fountain used to be.

Two abraded, pleading hands

Held below a shapeless mouth,

Human-like the fragment stands,

Tortured by perpetual drouth.

by Duncan Campbell Scott

The Half-Breed Girl

She is free of the trap and the paddle,

The portage and the trail,

But something behind her savage life

Shines like a fragile veil.

Her dreams are undiscovered,

Shadows trouble her breast,

When the time for resting cometh

Then least is she at rest.

by Duncan Campbell Scott

The Message

Wind of the gentle summer night,

Dwell in the lilac tree,

Sway the blossoms clustered light,

Then blow over to me.

Wind, you are sometimes strong and great,

You frighten the ships at sea,

Now come floating your delicate freight

Out of the lilac tree,

by Duncan Campbell Scott

Rapids At Night

Here at the roots of the mountains,

Between the sombre legions of cedars and tamaracks,

The rapids charge the ravine:

A little light, cast by foam under starlight,

Wavers about the shimmering stems of the birches:

Here rise up the clangorous sounds of battle,

Immense and mournful.

Far above curves the great dome of darkness

by Duncan Campbell Scott

Angelus

A deep bell that links the downs

To the drowsy air;

Every loop of sound that swoons,

Finds a circle fair,

Whereon it doth rest and fade;

Every stroke that dins is laid

Like a node,

Spinning out the quivering, fine,

by Duncan Campbell Scott

The Forsaken

Once in the winter

Out on a lake

In the heart of the north-land,

Far from the Fort

And far from the hunters,

A Chippewa woman

With her sick baby,

by Duncan Campbell Scott