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The Coming of the Princess and Other Poems by MacLean, Kate Seymour
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A word from our supporters: File extension SIS | But I need not dwell on the vocation of poetry or on the excellence of the poems here introduced. The one is well known to the reader, the other may soon be. Happily there is promise that Canada will ere long be rich in her poets. They stand in the vanguard of the country's benefactors, and so should be cherished and encouraged. Of late our serial literature has given us more than blossomings. The present volume enshrines some of the maturer fruit. May it be its mission to nourish the poetic sentiment among us. May it do more to nourish in some degree the "heart of the nation", and, in the range of its influence, that of humanity. Toronto, December, 1880 TABLE OF CONTENTSThe Coming of the Princess Bird Song An Idyl of the May The Burial of the Scout Questionings Pansies November Meteors Pictures in the Fire A Madrigal The Ploughboy The Voice of Many Waters The Death of Autumn A Farewell The News Boy's Dream of the New Year The Old Church on the Hill The Burning of Chicago The Legend of the New Year By the Sea-Shore at Night Resurgam Written in a Cemetery Marguerite The Watch-Light New Year, 1868 Thanksgiving Miserere Beyond The Sabbath of the Woods A Valentine Snow-Drops Easter Bells In the Sierra Nevada Summer Rain A Baby's Death Christmas My Garden River Song The Return Voices of Hope In the Country Science, the Iconoclast What the Owl said to me Our Volunteers Night: A Phantasy A Monody Minnie The Golden Wedding Verses Written in Mary's Album The Woods in June The Isle of Sleep The Battle Autumn of 1862 In War Time Christmas Hymn Te Deum Laudamus A November Wood-Walk Resignation Euthanasia Ballad of the Mad Ladye The Coming of the King With a Bunch of Spring Flowers The Higher Law May Two Windows The Meeting of Spirits George Brown Forgotten Songs To the Daughter of the Author of "Violet Keith" A Prelude, and a Bird's Song An April Dawn ENVOIA little bird woke singing in the night, Dreaming of coming day, And piped, for very fulness of delight, His little roundelay. Dreaming he heard the wood-lark's carol loud, Down calling to his mate, Like silver rain out of a golden cloud, At morning's radiant gate. And all for joy of his embowering woods, And dewy leaves he sung,-- The summer sunshine, and the summer floods By forest flowers o'erhung. Thou shalt not hear those wild and sylvan notes When morn's full chorus pours Rejoicing from a thousand feathered throats, And the lark sings and soars, Oh poet of our glorious land so fair, Whose foot is at the door; Even so my song shall melt into the air, And die and be no more. But thou shalt live, part of the nation's life; The world shall hear thy voice Singing above the noise of war and strife, And therefore I rejoice! THE COMING OF THE PRINCESSI. |