Duncan Campbell Scott Poems

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!"
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I
Once in the winter
Out on a lake
In the heart of the north-land,
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Come to me when grief is over,
When the tired eyes,
Seek thy cloudy wings to cover
Close their burning skies.
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You had two girls -- Baptiste --
One is Virginie --
Hold hard -- Baptiste!
Listen to me.
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A ROBIN in the morning,
In the morning early,
Sang a song of warning,
"There'll be rain, there'll be rain."
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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.
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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;
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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;
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Wind of the gentle summer night,
Dwell in the lilac tree,
Sway the blossoms clustered light,
Then blow over to me.
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This is the land!
It lies outstretched a vision of delight,
Bent like a shield between the silver seas
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