: Acanthus and Wild Grape by Call Frank Oliver - Canadian poetry

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When you are gone!

My life's a mirror; with you near 'Tis filled with joy the live-long day, But oh, how meaningless and drear With you away!

I MADE A LITTLE SONG

I made a little song to-day, And then I wandered down Broadway, And saw the strange mad people run And dance about me in the sun, Or dive into the Underground Like rabbits frightened by the sound Of their own scampering through the grass; I watched a thousand people pass, But not a one did I hear say-- I made a little song to-day.

I made a little song to-day, It sang beside me all the way Until I reached the lower town, Where crowds went surging up and down. Their eyes were hard and faces white, But some of them looked glad and bright, Because the Bulls--or was it Bears?-- Had brought them gold for worthless shares; But I was happier than they;-- I made a little song to-day.

BIRDS

I lie beneath a dark green pine Where sunbeams scarcely ever shine, And if I'm still as still can be Shy forest birds come down to me.

Brown thrushes run along the ground, Goldfinches flit without a sound, And humming-birds with ruby throats Alight to smooth their emerald coats.

And when some day alone I lie Beneath the ever-changing sky, I'm glad to know the birds will come To welcome me to my new home.

For I will lie so still that they Will linger by me all the day, And lulled at evening by their song I shall not find the darkness long.

THE BLUEBIRD'S WING

One day I saw the bluebird's wing Agleam upon a waving sea Of emerald-coloured timothy. We walked together--you and I-- We saw the bluebird gliding by; He came so near--the mad, wild thing-- We almost touched his sapphire wing, But ere across our path he flew He rose and vanished in the blue.

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