Wilfrid Wilson Gibson Poems

"And will you cut a stone for him,
To set above his head?
And will you cut a stone for him--
A stone for him?" she said.
...

So long had I travelled the lonely road,
Though, now and again, a wayfairing friend
Walked shoulder to shoulder, and lightened the load,
I often would think to myself as I strode,
...

When we were building Skua Light--
The first men who had lived a night
Upon that deep-sea Isle--
As soon as chisel touched the stone,
...

And since he rowed his father home,
His hand has never touched an oar.
All day he wanders on the shore,
And hearkens to the swishing foam.
...

The biggest crane on earth, it lifts
Two hundred ton more easily
Than I can lift my heavy head:
And when it swings, the whole world shifts,
...

The Lonely Road
So long had I travelled the lonely road,
Though, now and again, a wayfairing friend
...

A HANDFUL of cherries
She gave me in passing,
The wizened old woman,
...

"I cannot quite remember.... There were five
Dropt dead beside me in the trench—and three
Whispered their dying messages to me...."
...