Duncan Campbell Scott

(2 August 1862 – 19 December 1947 / Ottawa, Ontario)

Duncan Campbell Scott Poems

1. Mist And Frost 4/19/2010
2. Mid-August 4/19/2010
3. The Apparition 4/19/2010
4. Madonna With Two Angels 4/19/2010
5. Ode For The Keats Centenary 1/3/2003
6. Meditation At Perugia 4/19/2010
7. Stone Breaking 1/3/2003
8. New Year's Night, 1916 4/19/2010
9. Life And Death 4/19/2010
10. Night 4/19/2010
11. Rapids At Night 1/3/2003
12. Permanence 1/3/2003
13. O Turn Once More 4/19/2010
14. The Wood By The Sea 4/19/2010
15. To A Canadian Lad Killed In The War 4/19/2010
16. The Closed Door 4/19/2010
17. The Battle Of Lundy's Lane 4/19/2010
18. Night Burial In The Forest 4/19/2010
19. The Beggar And The Angel 4/19/2010
20. The Wood-Spring To The Poet 4/19/2010
21. To The Heroic Soul 4/19/2010
22. Frost Magic 4/19/2010
23. Off Riviere Du Loup 4/19/2010
24. Song 4/19/2010
25. The November Pansy 4/19/2010
26. The Builder 4/19/2010
27. The Voice And The Dusk 4/19/2010
28. The Sea By The Wood 4/19/2010
29. Willow-Pipes 4/19/2010
30. Lines In Memory Of Edmund Morris 4/19/2010
31. The Sailor's Sweetheart 4/19/2010
32. In Snow-Time 4/19/2010
33. Spring On Mattagmi 4/19/2010
34. The Leaf 4/19/2010
35. To A Canadian Aviator Who Died For His Country In France 1/3/2003
36. A Legend Of Christ's Nativity 4/19/2010
37. At Sea 4/19/2010
38. The Lover To His Lass 4/19/2010
39. At The Gill-Nets 4/19/2010
40. At William Maclennan's Grave 4/19/2010
Best Poem of Duncan Campbell Scott

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.

Hold me like a crooning mother,
Heal me of the smart;
All mine anguish let me smother
In thy brooding heart.

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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;
Her blood is mingled with her ancient foes,
And thrills with war and wildness in her veins;
Her rebel lips are dabbled with the stains
Of feuds and forays and her father's woes.

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