Duncan Campbell Scott

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

By A Child's Bed - Poem by Duncan Campbell Scott

She breathèd deep,
And stepped from out life's stream
Upon the shore of sleep;
And parted from the earthly noise,
Leaving her world of toys,
To dwell a little in a dell of dream.

Then brooding on the love I hold so free,
My fond possessions come to be
Clouded with grief;
These fairy kisses,
This archness innocent,
Sting me with sorrow and disturbed content:
I think of what my portion might have been;
A dearth of blisses,
A famine of delights,
If I had never had what now I value most;
Till all I have seems something I have lost;
A desert underneath the garden shows,
And in a mound of cinders roots the rose.

Here then I linger by the little bed,
Till all my spirit's sphere,
Grows one half brightness and the other dead,
One half all joy, the other vague alarms;
And, holding each the other half in fee,
Floats like the growing moon
That bears implicitly
Her lessening pearl of shadow
Clasped in the crescent silver of her arms.


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  • Veteran Poet - 1,601 Points Paul Reed (9/23/2014 3:06:00 AM)

    And in a mound of cinders roots the rose. Brilliant. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 19, 2010



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