Duncan Campbell Scott

RE Morris, on the plains that we have loved,
Think of the death of Akoose, fleet of foot,
Who, in his prime, a herd of
From sunrise, without rest, a hundred

Now, in the moonrise, from a wintry sky,
The frost has come to charm with elfin
This quiet room; to draw with symbols
Faces and forms in fairest

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;

Here there is balm for every tender heart Wounded by life;
Rest for each one who bore a valiant part Crushed in the strife
I suffered there and held a losing fight Even to the grave;
And now I know that it was very right To suffer a...

(The refrain is quoted by Edward Fitzgerald inone of his
Growing, growing, all the glory going;
Flashing out of fire and light, burning to a husk,
All the world's a-dying and failing in the dusk--

(Aetat Six)Now every night we light the
And I sit up till _really_ late;
My Father sits upon the right,
My Mother on the left, and

Now the November skies,
And the clouds that are thin and gray,
That drop with the wind away;
A flood of sunlight rolls,

To ports of balm through isles of
The gentle airs are leading us;
To curtained calm and tents of dusk,
The wood-wild things unheeding

Here in Samarcand they offer emeralds,
Pure as frozen drops of sea-water,
Rubies, pale as dew-ponds stained with slaughter,
Where the fairies fought for a king's

The Father
The Child
Death
Angels

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 ...

Gather the leaves from the forest And blow them over the world,
The wind of winter follows The wind of autumn furled
Only the beech tree cherishes A leaf or two for ruth,
Their stems too tough for the tempest, Like thoughts of love ...