Poem by Duncan Campbell Scott

Above St. Irénée

    I rested on the breezy height,
      In cooler shade and clearer air,
        Beneath a maple tree;
          Below, the mighty river took
    Its sparkling shade and sheeny light
        Down to the sombre sea,
          And clustered by the leaping brook,
        The roofs of white St. Irénée.

    The sapphire hills on either hand
      Broke down upon the silver tide,
        The river ran in streams,
          In streams of mingled azure-grey,
    With here a broken purple band,
        And whorls of drab, and beams
          Of shattered silver light astray,
        Where far away the south shore gleams.

    I walked a mile along the height
      Between the flowers upon the road,
        Asters and golden-rod;
          And in the gardens pinks and stocks,
    And gaudy poppies shaking light,
        And daisies blooming near the sod,
          And lowly pansies set in flocks,
        With purple monkshood overawed.

    And there I saw a little child
      Between the tossing golden-rod,
        Coming along to me;
          She was a tender little thing,
    So fragile-sweet, so Mary-mild,
        I thought her name Marie;
          No other name methought could cling
        To any one so fair as she.

    And when we came at last to meet,
      I spoke a simple word to her,
        ‘Where are you going, Marie?’
          She answered and she did not smile,

    But oh! her voice,--her voice so sweet,
        ‘Down to St. Irénée,’
          And so passed on to walk her mile,
        And left the lonely road to me.

    And as the night came on apace,
      With stars above the darkened hills,
        I heard perpetually,
          Chiming along the falling hours,
    On the deep dusk that mellow phrase,
        ‘Down to St. Irénée:’
          It seemed as if the stars and flowers
        Should all go there with me.

1. Meditation at Perugia
2. To a Canadian Aviator Who Died for his Country in France
3. The Sea by the Wood
4. An Impromptu
5. Dream Voyageurs

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