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 Winter Lakes 12/31/2002
8. The Children Of The Foam 4/15/2010
9. The Dread Voyage 5/13/2001
10. The Dreamers 4/15/2010
11. The Avenging Angel 5/13/2001
12. The Sky Watcher 12/31/2002
13. Stella Flammarum: An Ode To Halley's Comet 5/13/2001
14. The Higher Kinship 12/31/2002
15. In My Study, 1/1/2004
16. Snow 1/1/2004
17. Canadian Folksong 1/1/2004
18. Night 4/15/2010
19. Langemarck At Ypres 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. The End Of The Furrow 12/31/2002
29. Spring In Canada 4/15/2010
30. Not Unto Endless Dark 4/15/2010
31. How One Winter Came In The Lake Region 5/13/2001
32. An October Evening 5/13/2001
33. Indian Summer 4/15/2010
Best Poem of William Wilfred Campbell

Indian Summer

Along the line of smoky hills
The crimson forest stands,
And all the day the blue-jay calls
Throughout the autumn lands.

Now by the brook the maple leans
With all his glory spread,
And all the sumachs on the hills
Have turned their green to red.

Now by great marshes wrapt in mist,
Or past some river's mouth,
Throughout the long, still autumn day
Wild birds are flying south.

Read the full of Indian Summer

Out Of Pompeii

1 She lay, face downward, on her beaded arm,
2 In this her new, sweet dream of human bliss,
3 Her heart within her fearful, fluttering, warm,
4 Her lips yet pained with love's first timorous kiss.
5 She did not note the darkening afternoon,
6 She did not mark the lowering of the sky
7 O'er that great city. Earth had given its boon
8 Unto her lips, love touched her and passed by.

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