Duncan Campbell Scott (Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт)

Stone Breaking

March wind rough
Clashed the trees,
Flung the snow;
Breaking stones,
In the cold,
Germans slow
Toiled and toiled;
Arrowy sun
Glanced and sprang,
One right blithe
German sang:
Songs of home, 
Fatherland:
Syenite hard,
Weary lot,
Callous hand,
All forgot:
Hammers pound,
Ringing round;
Rise the heaps,
To his voice,
Bounds and leaps
Toise on toise:
Toil is long,
But dear God
Gives us song,
At the end
Gives us test, 
Toil is best.

1. The Height of Land
2. An Impromptu
3. The Fifteenth of April
4. The Ideal
5. Meditation at Perugia

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