This is a volume by Canadian poet and educator Theodore H. Rand. The poems are short and varied, with beautiful expressions and reflecting many different emotions.
By : Theodore Harding Rand (1835 - 1900)
01 - Poesy Speaks
02 - At Minas Basin
03 - The Rain Cloud
04 - The Rose
05 - A Willow at Grand Pré
06 - The Bowing Dyke
07 - Love's Immanence
08 - Mystery
09 - The Night-Fisher
10 - A Deep-Sea Shell
11 - A Red Sunrise
12 - The Opal Fires are Gone
13 - The Cumulus Cloud
14 - Sea Fog
15 - Partridge Island
16 - Tennyson Rock
17 - Of Beauty
18 - The Undertow
19 - Glooscap
20 - Silas Tertius Rand
21 - The Tireless Sea
22 - The Veiled Presence
23 - Resistless Fate
24 - The Sea Undine
25 - To Emeline
26 - The Cirrus Cloud
27 - Day and Night
28 - Under the Beeches
29 - The Nightingale
30 - The Loon
31 - Hepaticas
32 - In the Mayflower Copse
33 - June
34 - An Inland Spruce
35 - The Ghost Flower
36 - Annapolis Basin
37 - In Autumn's Dreamy Ear
38 - Victor is He!
39 - McMaster University
40 - Conduct
41 - International Arbitration
42 - The House of God
43 - Ben Nachmani
44 - Renewal
45 - The Christ
46 - Revelation
47 - Light at Eventide
48 - Ben Shalom
49 - Banishment
50 - Now are the Bridals of the Leafy Wood
51 - May's Fairy Tale
52 - My Robin
53 - Elissa
54 - The Humming-Bird
55 - The Hepatica
56 - The White Rose. (At --'s Grave)
57 - The War Hercules
58 - In the Cool of the Day
59 - Beauty
60 - The Dragonfly
61 - Deathless
62 - A Dream
63 - Nature
64 - 'I Am'
65 - The Glad Golden Year
66 - Tetrapla
67 - Fairy Glen
68 - In City Streets
69 - Bay of Fundy
70 - At the Look-off. (Partridge Island)
71 - The Stormy Petrel
72 - Oblivion
73 - Sea Music
74 - Summer Fog
75 - The Arethusa
76 - Dian and Fundy. (Designs for a Time-Piece)
77 - The Old Fisher's Song
78 - Nora Lee
79 - To W
80 - Marie Depure
81 - 'By the Love.' - An Easter Idyll
A body of beauty is mine.
O poet, moulder of me,
Withhold not the breath divine,
The soul of truth that makes free.
Fair form in repose for a day
(The body of beauty of me)
With the pulse-beats of life all away,
Is well, for beauty and thee.
Yet give to me life all aglow,—
Not a demon of darkness to blight,
But a love-lit soul pure as snow,—
Beckon me an angel of light.
A body of beauty is mine.
O poet, moulder of me,
Inbreathe with breathings divine,
Or body alone let it be.
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