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. New Year's Night, 1916
2. Fantasia
3. The Wood-Spring to the Poet
4. Fragment of an Ode to Canada
5. At the Cedars

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

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