Lloyd Roberts Poems
- Come Quietly, Britain! Come quietly, Britain, all together, ...
- The Winter Harvest Between the blackened curbs lie stacked ...
- Husbands Over Seas Each morning they sit down to their little...
- England's Fields England's cliffs are white like milk, But ...
- Miss Pixie Did you ever meet Miss Pixie of the Spruces, Did ...
- The Fruit-Rancher He sees the rosy apples cling like flowers ...
William Harris Lloyd Roberts was a Canadian poet, story writer, and essayist.
He was born in Fredericton, New Brunswick, the second son of Mary Isabel Fenety and Charles G.D. Roberts. His father was a major Canadian poet later regarded as Canada's leading man of letters. In 1885, the elder Roberts became a professor at King's College in Windsor, Nova Scotia, a position he would hold for the next ten years. Lloyd Roberts grew up in Windsor, being educated by private tutors and at King's College School. In 1895 the family moved back to Fredericton, where Roberts "finished his education" at Fredericton High School.
In 1897 Charles G.D. Roberts ... more »
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Did you ever meet Miss Pixie of the Spruces,
Did you ever glimpse her mocking elfin face,
Did you ever hear her calling while the whip-poor-wills were calling,
And slipped your pack and taken up the chase?
Her feet are clad in moccasins and beads.
Her dress? Oh, next to nothing! Though undressed,
Her slender arms are circled round with vine
And dusky locks cling close about her breast.
Red berries droop below each pointed ear;
Her nut-brown legs are criss-crossed white with scratches;
Her merry laughter sifts among the pines;
Her eager face ...