Poem by Duncan Campbell Scott

Afterwards

Her life was touched with early frost,
About the April of her day,
Her hold on earth was lightly lost,
And like a leaf she went away.

Her soul was chartered for great deeds,
For gentle war unwonted here:
Her spirit sought her clearer needs,
An Empyrean atmosphere.

At hush of eve we hear her still
Say with her clear, her perfect smile,
And with her silver-throated thrill:
”A little while - a little while.”

1. Fragment of an Ode to Canada
2. Fantasia
3. Dream Voyageurs
4. Meditation at Perugia
5. The Ghost's Story

Dante Rossetti Afterwards ("SHE opened her moist crimson lips to sing")

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