Poems by Isabella Valancy Crawford
Canada To England
... My infants' tongues lisp word for word with thine ...
The Camp Of Souls
... " When the bright day laughs, or the wan night grieves, ...
Said The Wind
... I'll kiss them, kiss them, kiss them, till they be ...
Mary's Tryst
... Long-stretch'd in coffin and in shroud,-- ...
The Rose
... Circle old graves, its keen and vital breath ...
The Canoe
... With needles of pine sweet, soft, and rusty ...
"My Ain Bonnie Lass O' The Glen."
... An' the blink o' the bonnie new mune! ...
Said The Thistle-Down
... It holds thee strong--sweet, with the rest ...
The Dark Stag
... His breast, fanged by the shrill winds, bleeds, ...
The Lily Bed
... Their cool lips round the sharp prow sand, ...
Said The West Wind
... Deep, dusk, fern-closed, and starred with nodding blooms, ...
Curtius
... and high A hawk sailed blackly in the clear blue sky ...
Songs For The Soldiers
... And the dear lines that map the nation out upon the world ...
The White Bull
... Sweat and blood from us all, weak, strong, young and old, ...
The Shell
... One night while Grannie slept, I dreamed he came across the moor, ...
