Above grey mosses whispering of leaves
Fallen and dead.
And through the lonely night sweeps their refrain
Like Chopin’s prelude, sobbing ‘neath the rain.
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It is dusk on the Lost Lagoon,
Beneath the drift of a twilight grey,Beneath the drowse of an ending day,And the curve of a golden moon.It is dark in the Lost Lagoon,And gone are the depths of haunting blue,The grouping gulls, and the old canoe,The singing firs, and the dusk and–you,And gone is the golden moon.O! lure of the Lost Lagoon,–I dream…
The sun’s red pulses beat,
Full lavish of its lustre unrepressed;But we have drifted farFrom where his kisses are,And in this landward-lying shade we let our paddles rest.The river, deep and still,The maple-mantled hill,The little yellow beach whereon we lie,The puffs of heated breeze,All sweetly whisper–TheseAre days that only come in a Canadian July.So, silently we twoLounge in our still…
Unknown to you, I walk the cheerless shore.
May freeze, and still, and bind the waves at war,Ere you will ever know, O! Heart of mine,That I have sought, reflected in the blueOf these sea depths, some shadow of your eyes;Have hoped the laughing waves would sing of you,But this is all my starving sight descries-IFar out at sea a sailBends to the…
A trail upwinds from Golden;
To the land of eternal frozen snows,That trail unknown and olden.And they tell a tale that is strange and wild–Of a lovely and lonely mountain childThat went up the trail from Golden.A child in the sweet of her womanhood,Beautiful, tender, grave and goodAs the saints in time long olden.And the days count not, nor the…
(INSCRIBED TO ONE BEYOND SEAS)
This fragile web of cadences I spin,That I have only caught these songs since youVoiced them upon your haunting violin.
A sweet high treble threads its silvery song,
It trills its pure soprano, light and long-Like the vibretto of a mandolin.