Victoria Grace Blackburn

(17 April 1865 - 4 March 1928 / Quebec)

The Cypress-Tree

Out of the clod of earth
That holds me to this melancholy place,
As ancient servitors
Held flambeaux for their lords
In draughty corridors,
I leap into the sky.

I am a torch with an inherent blaze,
No winter bears me or my verdure down:

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