Duncan Campbell Scott

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

At The Gill-Nets - Poem by Duncan Campbell Scott

Tug at the net,
Haul at the net,
Strip off the quivering fish;
Hid in the mist
The winds whist,
Is like my heart's wish.

What is your wish,
Your heart's wish?
Is it for home on the hills?
Strip off the fish,
The silver fish,
Caught by their rosy gills.

How can I know,
I love you so,
Each little thought I get
Is held so,
It dies you know,
Caught in your heart's net.

Tug at your net,
Your heart's net,
Strip off my silver fancies;
Keep them in rhyme,
For a dull time,
Fragile as frost pansies.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 19, 2010



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