Poem by Duncan Campbell Scott

The Ideal

Let your soul grow a thing apart,
  Untroubled by the restless day,
Sublimed by some unconscious art,
  Controlled by some divine delay.

For life is greater than they think,
  Who fret along its shallow bars:
Swing out the boom to float or sink
  And front the ocean and the stars.

1. The Lover to His Lass
2. At Les Eboulements
3. The Ghost's Story
4. New Year's Night, 1916
5. Song (Creep into my heart, creep in, creep in)

Constance Naden The Ideal ("I am a sun child and always strive")

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