Duncan Campbell Scott

(2 August 1862 – 19 December 1947 / Ottawa, Ontario)

Afterwards - Poem by Duncan Campbell Scott

Her life was touched with early frost,
About the April of her day,
Her hold on earth was lightly lost,
And like a leaf she went away.

Her soul was chartered for great deeds,
For gentle war unwonted here:
Her spirit sought her clearer needs,
An Empyrean atmosphere.

At hush of eve we hear her still
Say with her clear, her perfect smile,
And with her silver-throated thrill:
"A little while - a little while."


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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