This is a volume of poetry by Canadian poet and prose writer Sir Charles G.D. Roberts. This volume starts with a series of poems on New York City, and then includes some other poems on miscellaneous subjects. The poems of the "Father of Canadian Poetry" will be enjoyed by all modern listeners who are fans of New York.
By : Sir Charles G. D. Roberts (1860 - 1943)
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The Ideal
To Her, when life was little worth,
When hope, a tide run low,
Between dim shores of emptiness
Almost forgot to flow,—
Faint with the city’s fume and stress
I came at night to Her.
Her cool white fingers on my face—
How wonderful they were!
More dear they were to fevered lids
Than lilies cooled in dew.
They touched my lips with tenderness,
Till life was born anew.
The city’s clamour died in calm;
And once again I heard
The moon-white woodland stillnesses
Enchanted by a bird;
The wash of far, remembered waves;
The sigh of lapsing streams;
And one old garden’s lilac leaves
Conferring in their dreams.
A breath from childhood daisy fields
Came back to me again,
Here in the city’s weary miles
Of city-wearied men.
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