Duncan Campbell Scott

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

Duncan Campbell Scott Poems

1. The Fallen -new- 8/31/2015
2. Mist And Frost 4/19/2010
3. Mid-August 4/19/2010
4. The Apparition 4/19/2010
5. Madonna With Two Angels 4/19/2010
6. Ode For The Keats Centenary 1/3/2003
7. Meditation At Perugia 4/19/2010
8. Stone Breaking 1/3/2003
9. New Year's Night, 1916 4/19/2010
10. Life And Death 4/19/2010
11. Night 4/19/2010
12. Rapids At Night 1/3/2003
13. Permanence 1/3/2003
14. O Turn Once More 4/19/2010
15. The Wood By The Sea 4/19/2010
16. To A Canadian Lad Killed In The War 4/19/2010
17. The Closed Door 4/19/2010
18. The Battle Of Lundy's Lane 4/19/2010
19. Night Burial In The Forest 4/19/2010
20. The Beggar And The Angel 4/19/2010
21. The Wood-Spring To The Poet 4/19/2010
22. To The Heroic Soul 4/19/2010
23. Frost Magic 4/19/2010
24. Off Riviere Du Loup 4/19/2010
25. Song 4/19/2010
26. The November Pansy 4/19/2010
27. The Builder 4/19/2010
28. The Voice And The Dusk 4/19/2010
29. The Sea By The Wood 4/19/2010
30. Willow-Pipes 4/19/2010
31. Lines In Memory Of Edmund Morris 4/19/2010
32. The Sailor's Sweetheart 4/19/2010
33. In Snow-Time 4/19/2010
34. Spring On Mattagmi 4/19/2010
35. The Leaf 4/19/2010
36. To A Canadian Aviator Who Died For His Country In France 1/3/2003
37. A Legend Of Christ's Nativity 4/19/2010
38. At Sea 4/19/2010
39. The Lover To His Lass 4/19/2010
40. At The Gill-Nets 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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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.

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