Beatrice Redpath Poems
- My Thoughts My thoughts are as a flock of sheep Upon a windy...
- The Daughter Of Jairus I have fashioned soft raiment for her ...
- Rebellion The earth lay wrapped in pale low hanging mist, As...
- To One Lying Dead Strange that thou liest so, void of all ...
- Earth Love God, in Thy Heaven hast Thou ever known Toil, ...
Beatrice Redpath (died 1937) was a Canadian poet.
She was born Beatrice Peterson in Montreal, Quebec. Her father, Alexander Peterson, was Chief Engineer of the Canadian Pacific Railway. She was educated in private schools in Montreal. At 17 she moved to Goderich, Ontario, where she lived for five years. She married William Redpath of Montreal in 1910; the couple had one son.
T.P.'s Weekly: "Beatrice Redpath in Drawn Shutters can be commonplace in the noble contemplation of essential life: a virtue in poetry. She comes down at times to the minor level of 'The Dancer'. But 'To One Lying Dead' is a poem of true loveliness, elegiac ... more »
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To One Lying Dead
Strange that thou liest so, void of all will
For loving; so content with thy long sleep
That neither word nor sound may stir the still
Calm quiet of the dream that thou dost keep.
Pale now the cherished contour of thy face,
Thy lids lie heavy 'gainst the ache of light,
And hold in their wan stillness ne'er a trace
Of waking from the shadow of thy night.
Languid thy tender feet unsandalled rest,
Wearied of passage o'er the furrowed earth;
They say thou art gone forth upon thy quest
Seeking a greater fullness of rebirth.
Yet all that I have ever ...