William Wilfred Campbell

(1858 - 1918 / Ontario)

William Wilfred Campbell Poems

1. The Werewolves 11/23/2015
2. To A Robin In November 1/1/2004
3. The Last Prayer 4/15/2010
4. The Wind's Royalty 4/15/2010
5. The Mother 4/15/2010
6. The Blind Caravan 5/13/2001
7. The Children Of The Foam 4/15/2010
8. The Dreamers 4/15/2010
9. The Avenging Angel 5/13/2001
10. The Sky Watcher 12/31/2002
11. Langemarck At Ypres 4/15/2010
12. Stella Flammarum: An Ode To Halley's Comet 5/13/2001
13. The Higher Kinship 12/31/2002
14. The Dread Voyage 5/13/2001
15. The Winter Lakes 12/31/2002
16. In My Study, 1/1/2004
17. Snow 1/1/2004
18. Canadian Folksong 1/1/2004
19. Night 4/15/2010
20. Bereavement Of The Fields 5/13/2001
21. The Politician 12/31/2002
22. England 4/15/2010
23. Spring 4/15/2010
24. On Christmas Eve 1/1/2004
25. Out Of Pompeii 5/13/2001
26. Foundations 4/15/2010
27. Pan The Fallen 5/13/2001
28. Spring In Canada 4/15/2010
29. Not Unto Endless Dark 4/15/2010
30. The End Of The Furrow 12/31/2002
31. An October Evening 5/13/2001
32. Indian Summer 4/15/2010
33. How One Winter Came In The Lake Region 5/13/2001
Best Poem of William Wilfred Campbell

How One Winter Came In The Lake Region

1 For weeks and weeks the autumn world stood still,
2 Clothed in the shadow of a smoky haze;
3 The fields were dead, the wind had lost its will,
4 And all the lands were hushed by wood and hill,
5 In those grey, withered days.

6 Behind a mist the blear sun rose and set,
7 At night the moon would nestle in a cloud;
8 The fisherman, a ghost, did cast his net;
9 The lake its shores forgot to chafe and fret,
10 And hushed its caverns loud.

11 Far in the smoky woods the birds were mute,
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On Christmas Eve

In byre and barn the mows are brim with sheaves,
Where stealeth in with phosphorescent tread
The glimmering moon, and, ’neath his wattled eaves,
The kennelled hound unto the darkness grieves
His chilly straw, and from his gloom-lit shed,
The wakeful cock proclaims the midnight dread.

With mullioned windows, ’mid its skeleton trees,
Beneath the moon the ancient manor stands,

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