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 Dread Voyage 5/13/2001
9. The Dreamers 4/15/2010
10. The Avenging Angel 5/13/2001
11. The Sky Watcher 12/31/2002
12. The Winter Lakes 12/31/2002
13. Langemarck At Ypres 4/15/2010
14. Stella Flammarum: An Ode To Halley's Comet 5/13/2001
15. The Higher Kinship 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. Spring 4/15/2010
23. On Christmas Eve 1/1/2004
24. Out Of Pompeii 5/13/2001
25. Foundations 4/15/2010
26. The End Of The Furrow 12/31/2002
27. Spring In Canada 4/15/2010
28. England 4/15/2010
29. Not Unto Endless Dark 4/15/2010
30. Indian Summer 4/15/2010
31. Pan The Fallen 5/13/2001
32. An October Evening 5/13/2001
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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To A Robin In November

Sweet, sweet and the soft listening heaven reels
In one blue ecstasy above thy song
In the red heart of all the opening year,
In the hushed murmur of low dreaming fields
Hung under heaven ’twixt dim blue and blue;
Where the young Summer, purpled and pearled in dew,
Mirrors herself in June, and knows no wrong.

Sweet, sweet, throwing thy lack of fear

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