William Wilfred Campbell

(1858 - 1918 / Ontario)

William Wilfred Campbell Poems

1. An October Evening 5/13/2001
2. Bereavement Of The Fields 5/13/2001
3. Canadian Folksong 1/1/2004
4. England 4/15/2010
5. Foundations 4/15/2010
6. How One Winter Came In The Lake Region 5/13/2001
7. In My Study, 1/1/2004
8. Indian Summer 4/15/2010
9. Langemarck At Ypres 4/15/2010
10. Night 4/15/2010
11. Not Unto Endless Dark 4/15/2010
12. On Christmas Eve 1/1/2004
13. Out Of Pompeii 5/13/2001
14. Pan The Fallen 5/13/2001
15. Snow 1/1/2004
16. Spring 4/15/2010
17. Spring In Canada 4/15/2010
18. Stella Flammarum: An Ode To Halley's Comet 5/13/2001
19. The Avenging Angel 5/13/2001
20. The Blind Caravan 5/13/2001
21. The Children Of The Foam 4/15/2010
22. The Dread Voyage 5/13/2001
23. The Dreamers 4/15/2010
24. The End Of The Furrow 12/31/2002
25. The Higher Kinship 12/31/2002
26. The Last Prayer 4/15/2010
27. The Mother 4/15/2010
28. The Politician 12/31/2002
29. The Sky Watcher 12/31/2002
30. The Wind's Royalty 4/15/2010
31. The Winter Lakes 12/31/2002
32. To A Robin In November 1/1/2004
Best Poem of William Wilfred Campbell

Indian Summer

Along the line of smoky hills
The crimson forest stands,
And all the day the blue-jay calls
Throughout the autumn lands.

Now by the brook the maple leans
With all his glory spread,
And all the sumachs on the hills
Have turned their green to red.

Now by great marshes wrapt in mist,
Or past some river's mouth,
Throughout the long, still autumn day
Wild birds are flying south.

Read the full of Indian Summer

To A Robin In November

Sweet, sweet and the soft listening heaven reels
In one blue ecstasy above thy song
In the red heart of all the opening year,
In the hushed murmur of low dreaming fields
Hung under heaven ’twixt dim blue and blue;
Where the young Summer, purpled and pearled in dew,
Mirrors herself in June, and knows no wrong.

Sweet, sweet, throwing thy lack of fear

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