Virna Sheard

(1865-1943 / Ontario)

Biography of Virna Sheard

Virna Sheard poet

Virna Sheard (1865-1943) is a Canadian poet and novelist.


She was born Virna Stanton in Coburg, Ontario, and was educated in Coburg and Toronto. She married Dr. Charles Sheard of Toronto in 1885, and bore him four sons.

She began publishing stories and poems in 1898, and publishing several novels and a collection of poetry.


The Globe (Toronto): "A study of The Miracle and Other Poems shows at once that the author is not merely a Canadian poet; her outlook and her range know little of time or place; she belongs to the readers of poetry at large.... Though Mrs. Sheard's poems are by no means of uniform quality, there are enough of the best to ensure her a high place in Canadian poetry. Her tender sympathy with small or helpless things, her interpretation of the music of nature, her spiritual quality and her rendering of reverent Biblical subjects reflect the mind of an idealist, and are the inspired lines of one deeply moved. Often there is a touch of sadness or of the whimsical, but never a suggestion of triviality or flippancy. There is little of incident or action: most of the poems are pure lyrics. In many cases there is a strong appeal to the aesthetic."

Virna Sheard's Works:


Trevelyan's Little Daughters. Toronto: William Briggs, 1898. Montreal: C.W. Coates, 1898.
A Maid of Many Moods. Toronto: Copp Clark, 1902. New York: J. Pott, 1902.
By the Queen's Grace. Toronto: William Briggs, 1904.
The Man at Lone Lake. London, UK: Cassell, 1912.
Carry On!. Toronto: Warwick & Rutter, 1917.


The Miracle and Other Poems. Toronto: J.M. Dent, 1913.

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A Song Of Summer Days

As pearls slip off a silken string and fall into the sea,
These rounded summer days fall back into eternity.

Into the deep from whence they came; into the mystery--
At set of sun each one slips back as pearls into the sea.

They are so sweet--so warm and sweet--Love fain would hold them fast:
He weeps when through his finger tips they slip away at last.

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