Duncan Campbell Scott
Duncan Campbell Scott was a Canadian poet and prose writer. With Charles G.D. Roberts, Bliss Carman and Archibald Lampman, he is classed as one of Canada's Confederation Poets.
Scott was also a Canadian lifetime civil servant who served as deputy superintendent of the Department of Indian Affairs from 1913 to 1932, and is "best known" today for "advocating the assimilation of Canada’s First Nations peoples" in that capacity.
Scott was born in Ottawa, Ontario, the son of Rev. William Scott and Janet MacCallum. He was educated at Stanstead Wesleyan Academy.
Early in life, he became an accomplished pianist.
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Duncan Campbell Scott Poems
When Spring Goes By
The winds that on the uplands softly lie, Grow keener where the ice is lingering still Where the first robin on the sheltered hill Pipes blithely to the tune, "When Spring goes by!"
I Once in the winter Out on a lake In the heart of the north-land,
Come to me when grief is over, When the tired eyes, Seek thy cloudy wings to cover Close their burning skies.
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.
The Onondaga Madonna
She stands full-throated and with careless pose, This woman of a weird and waning race, The tragic savage lurking in her face, Where all her pagan passion burns and glows;
At the Cedars
You had two girls -- Baptiste -- One is Virginie -- Hold hard -- Baptiste! Listen to me.
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."
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;
The shore-lark soars to his topmost flight, Sings at the height where morning springs, What though his voice be lost in the light,
Wind of the gentle summer night, Dwell in the lilac tree, Sway the blossoms clustered light, Then blow over to me.
The Violet Pressed in a Copy of Shakespe...
Here in the inmost of the master's heart This violet crisp with early dew Has come to leave her beauty and to part With all her vivid hue.
Fragment Of An Ode To Canada
This is the land! It lies outstretched a vision of delight, Bent like a shield between the silver seas
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,
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
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When Spring Goes By
The winds that on the uplands softly lie,
Grow keener where the ice is lingering still
Where the first robin on the sheltered hill
Pipes blithely to the tune, "When Spring goes by!"
Hear him again, "Spring! Spring!" He seems to cry,
Haunting the fall of the flute-throated rill,
That keeps a gentle, constant, silver thrill,
While he is restless in his ecstasy.
Ah! the soft budding of the virginal woods,
Of the frail fruit trees by the vanishing lakes:
There's the new moon where the clear sunset floods,
A trace of dew upon the rose leaf sky;
And hark! what...