Poems by William Wilfred Campbell
Snow
... And the rivers great arms, ...
In My Study,
... Some one steals,let the night-wind grow bleak, ...
The Higher Kinship
... Could we but live with hill-lakes silver-starred, ...
To A Robin In November
... Where the young Summer, purpled and pearled in dew, ...
"Not unto endless dark..."
... And jewels with hope her murkiest shades that frown ...
England
... Till the last great fighter is slain in the last great fight, ...
The Winter Lakes
... But only the silence and white, the shores that grow chiller and dumber, ...
The Mother
... With the night-airs that steal from the murmuring sea, ...
Pan The Fallen
... Who drank, and lied, and snatched what bones ...
Langemarck At Ypres
... And that soon, through this breach in the freemans dyke,&emsp ...
The Politician
... Knowing no right, save power's grim right-of-way ...
The Last Prayer
... Walled in with night and senseless stone, ...
The Blind Caravan
... A strange, sweet thrill is whispered back, ...
The Dread Voyage
... Fateless, friendless, dread, unshriven, ...
The Children Of The Foam
... From hushed skies that gleam and gleam, ...
