Treasure Island

William Wilfred Campbell

(1858 - 1918 / Ontario)

In My Study,


Out over my study,
All ashen and ruddy,
Sinks the December sun;
And high up over
The chimney’s soot cove,
The winter night wind has begun.

Here in the red embers
I dream old Decembers,
Until the low moan of the blast,
Like a voice out of Ghost-land,


Or memory’s lost-land,
Seems to conjure up wraiths of the past.

Then into the room
Through the firelight and gloom,
Some one steals,—let the night-wind grow bleak,


And ever so coldly,—
Two white arms enfold me,
And a sweet face is close to my cheek

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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