More Lovely Grows the Earth
More lovely grows the earth as we grow old,
More tenderness is in the dawning spring,
More bronze upon the blackbird's burnished wing;
And richer is the autumn cloth-of-gold;
A deeper meaning, too, the years unfold,
Until to waiting hearts each living thing,
For very love its bounty seems to bring,
Intreating us with beauty to behold.
Or is it that with years we grow more wise
And reverent to the mystery profound -
Withheld from careless or indifferent eyes -
That broods in simple things the world around,
More conscious of the Love that glorifies
The common ways and makes them holy ground?
Helena Coleman (b 1860, Canadian)
The Potato Harvest
A high bare field, brown from the plough, and borne
Aslant from sunset; amber wastes of sky
Washing the ridge; a clamour of crows that fly
In from the wide flats where the spent tides mourn
To yon their rocking roosts in pines wind-torn;
A line of grey snake-fence, that zigzags by
A pond, and cattle; from the homestead nigh
The long deep summonings of the supper horn.
Black on the ridge, against that lonely flush,
A cart, and stoop-necked oxen; ranged beside,
Some barrels; and the day-worn harvest folk,
Here emptying their baskets, jar the hush
With hollow thunders; down the dusk hill-side
Lumbers the wain; and day fades out like smoke.
Sir Charles G.D. Roberts (b 1860, Canadian)
October Morning
Birhgt, pallid, changing, chill October morn:
Across your windy, keen, exhilarant air,
You loom, a cameo dream, a vision fair;
Where through your purples and mauves of skeleton trees,
Friezes of lingering foliage, russet browns,
And wine-like crimsons, flaming torches, gold
Of maples, beeches, sumachs, poplars, shine
The horn-like, cloudy windows of the sky.
Nothing on earth more beautiful than this:
To feel your glow, austere, of wintry flame,
Your exquisite, Greek infinities of colour;
And know that inward thrill, that Titan vision,
Once more, Atlantean; the marbled bay;
Th' Olympain mountain, Saturn's mighty crown;
And hear once more the Tritons sing, and know
Once more, immortal, Earth's old godlike dream.
Wilfred Campbell (1861 - 1918, Canadian)
All three poems were published in a book called "Poems Worth Knowing" , compiled by C.E. Lewis, published in 1941.
More lovely grows the earth as we grow old,
More tenderness is in the dawning spring,
More bronze upon the blackbird's burnished wing;
And richer is the autumn cloth-of-gold;
A deeper meaning, too, the years unfold,
Until to waiting hearts each living thing,
For very love its bounty seems to bring,
Intreating us with beauty to behold.
Or is it that with years we grow more wise
And reverent to the mystery profound -
Withheld from careless or indifferent eyes -
That broods in simple things the world around,
More conscious of the Love that glorifies
The common ways and makes them holy ground?
Helena Coleman (b 1860, Canadian)
The Potato Harvest
A high bare field, brown from the plough, and borne
Aslant from sunset; amber wastes of sky
Washing the ridge; a clamour of crows that fly
In from the wide flats where the spent tides mourn
To yon their rocking roosts in pines wind-torn;
A line of grey snake-fence, that zigzags by
A pond, and cattle; from the homestead nigh
The long deep summonings of the supper horn.
Black on the ridge, against that lonely flush,
A cart, and stoop-necked oxen; ranged beside,
Some barrels; and the day-worn harvest folk,
Here emptying their baskets, jar the hush
With hollow thunders; down the dusk hill-side
Lumbers the wain; and day fades out like smoke.
Sir Charles G.D. Roberts (b 1860, Canadian)
October Morning
Birhgt, pallid, changing, chill October morn:
Across your windy, keen, exhilarant air,
You loom, a cameo dream, a vision fair;
Where through your purples and mauves of skeleton trees,
Friezes of lingering foliage, russet browns,
And wine-like crimsons, flaming torches, gold
Of maples, beeches, sumachs, poplars, shine
The horn-like, cloudy windows of the sky.
Nothing on earth more beautiful than this:
To feel your glow, austere, of wintry flame,
Your exquisite, Greek infinities of colour;
And know that inward thrill, that Titan vision,
Once more, Atlantean; the marbled bay;
Th' Olympain mountain, Saturn's mighty crown;
And hear once more the Tritons sing, and know
Once more, immortal, Earth's old godlike dream.
Wilfred Campbell (1861 - 1918, Canadian)
All three poems were published in a book called "Poems Worth Knowing" , compiled by C.E. Lewis, published in 1941.
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