Duncan campbell scott poems for mothers

  • Come to me when grief is over, When the tired eyes, Seek thy cloudy wings to cover.
  • Give to the mothers of men The knowledge of joy in pain, Give them the sense of reward That grew in the breast of the Lord On the dawn of the seventh morn.
  • Hold back the sickles!
  • Classic Poem

    Sun on the mountain,
    Shade in the valley,
    Ripple and lightness
    Leaping along the world,
    Sun, like a gold sword
    Plucked from the scabbard,
    Striking the wheat-fields,
    Splendid and lusty,
    Close-standing, full-headed,
    Toppling with plenty;
    Shade, like a buckler
    Kindly and ample,
    Sweeping the wheat-fields
    Darkening and tossing;
    There on the world-rim
    Winds break and gather
    Heaping the mist
    For the pyre of the sunset;
    And still as a shadow,
    In the dim westward,
    A cloud sloop of amethyst
    Moored to the world
    With cables of rain.

    Acres of gold wheat
    Stir in the sunshine,
    Rounding the hill-top,
    Crested with plenty,
    Filling the valley,
    Brimmed with abundance,
    Wind in the wheat-field
    Eddying and settling,
    Swaying it, sweeping it,
    Lifting the rich heads,
    Tossing them soothingly
    Twinkle and shimmer
    The lights and the shadowings,
    Nimble as moonlight
    Astir in the mere.
    Laden with odors
    Of peace and of plenty,
    Soft comes the wind
    From the ranks of the wheat-field,
    Bearing a promise
    Of harvest and sickle-time,
    Opulent threshing-floors
    Dusty and dim
    With the whirl of the flail,
    And wagons of bread,
    Sown-laden and lumbering
    Through the gateways of cities.

    When will the reapers
    Strike in their sickles,
    Bending and grasping,
    Sh


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  • duncan campbell scott poems for mothers
  • New Year's Night, 1916

    The Earth moans in her sleep
    Like an old mother
    Whose sons have gone to the war,
    Who weeps silently in her heart
    Till dreams comfort her.

    The Earth tosses
    As if she would shake off humanity,
    A burden too heavy to be borne,
    And free of the pest of intolerable men,
    Spin with woods and waters
    Joyously in the clear heavens
    In the beautiful cool rains,
    Bearing gladly the dumb animals,
    And sleep when the time comes
    Glistening in the remains of sunlight
    With marmoreal innocency.

    Be comforted, old mother,
    Whose sons have gone to the war;
    And be assured, O Earth,
    Of your burden of passionate men,
    For without them who would dream the dreams
    That encompass you with glory,
    Who would gather your youth
    And store it in the jar of remembrance,
    Who would comfort your old heart
    With tales told of the heroes,
    Who would cover your face with the cerecloth
    All rustling with stars,
    And mourn in the ashes of sunlight,
    Mourn your marmoreal innocency?