Poem by Duncan Campbell Scott

To Winter (Come, O thou season of intense repose)

Come, O thou season of intense repose;
Come with thy lidded eyes and crystal breath;
Come gently with thy soft release of snows;
And bring thy few short months of tender death.

Build a huge tomb within the desert frore,
With green clear chambers in the icy rift,
Carve the sleep rune above the crystal door,
And trench a legend in the pallid drift.

Let the large stars about the horizon lie,
Watching the confines of the world’s great sleep;
Spread the vast province of the purple sky,
With thy wan curtains dropped from deep to deep.

Then hush the stir and bid the movement cease;
Pass gently, leave the tired world in peace.

1. Above St. Irénée
2. Meditation at Perugia
3. The Wood-Spring to the Poet
4. To a Canadian Aviator Who Died for his Country in France
5. The Sea by the Wood

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