Frederick George Scott

(7 April 1861 – 19 January 1944 / Montreal)

At Nightfall - Poem by Frederick George Scott

O little hands, long vanished in the night--
Sweet fairy hands that were my treasure here--
My heart is full of music from some sphere,
Where ye make melody for God's delight.
Though autumn clouds obscure the starry height,
And winds are noisy and the land is drear,
In this blank room I feel my lost love near,
And hear you playing--hands so small and white.
The shadowy organ sings its songs again,
The dead years turn to music at its voice,
And all the dreams come back my brain did store.
Once more, dear hands, ye soothe me in my pain,
Once more your music makes my heart rejoice--
God speed the day we clasp for evermore!


Comments about At Nightfall by Frederick George Scott

  • (2/13/2017 11:35:00 PM)


    A touching lovely poem depicting a trip down the memory lane. (Report) Reply

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  • (2/13/2017 11:32:00 PM)


    A memorable trip down the memory lane in company of cherished recollections. (Report) Reply

  • Amar Agarwala (2/13/2017 10:36:00 PM)


    Sad, but beautifully versed poem. (Report) Reply

  • Anil Kumar Panda (2/13/2017 6:45:00 AM)


    The poet seems to be in a sad mood remembering his lost love. A very well rhymed poem that touches ones heart. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (2/13/2017 6:43:00 AM)

    Evermore! !
    Light, delight! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Tom Allport (2/13/2017 3:24:00 AM)

    tom allport
    a poem of remembering a loved one and the music they made? (Report) Reply

  • Geeta Radhakrishna Menon (2/13/2017 1:15:00 AM)

    Hands and Music
    O little hands, long vanished in the night-
    Sweet fairy hands that were my treasure here-
    My heart is full of music from some sphere,
    Where ye make melody for God's delight.
    A joyous poem sweetly penned.
    (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (2/13/2017 12:31:00 AM)


    God speed.... So sad to be alone at night..... (Report) Reply

  • (5/18/2012 12:10:00 AM)


    Here, the poet is pining for a lost love. His wife, it seems.10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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