Poems by Susan Frances Harrison
At Cap Santé
... the merry fray, They're fond of Jules, they adore Jeannette--They'll keep it up for a week, they say ...
Lost River
... see her face--a drowning nun!Well--let it be! Such tales persist,Close shrouded in the mountain mist ...
March
... ome the strange flower-guest--Water it softly with maiden tears,Go to it early--and late--with fears ...
Of Love in Reproof
... er if plainer girl!)And once will I kiss you, you'll let me, I know,(And that is bitter) before I go ...
The Peddler (Female)
... knows her world,She does but cater to the modern taste,For legs grow long as shorter grows the waist ...
The Peddler (Male)
... t much, just nickles and dimes,Just sneering and knocking and mocking all day and from night to morn ...
Rivière Perdue
... Perchance a secret shared by few,Some sorry deed--so runs the tale--Known but to Emile's sullen crew ...
To the Spirit of the West
... God of the rivers and lakes,Maker of manifold blooms,Dweller in woodland brakes,Weaver of violet glooms,Sower of immortelles,Pearly, and grey, and white,Painter of roseate dells,Heart of the heron in flight,Lord of the torrents that forgeTheir foam-cleft path to the wave,Soul of the deep green gorgeWhose bosom the waters lave,Builder of bastion tall,Hewn from the rose-red rock,Carver of mystical scrawlCut in the jaspered block,Keeper of homes that liftBrown thatch to a bright blue sky,Lover of snows that siftTheir glittering powder dryO'er clearing and farm and field--Guardian of garnered grain,Hope of the Empire, and shield,Heir of the prodigal plain. ...
