Author: John Mccrae

I Sleep, little eyes That brim with childish tears amid thy play, Be comforted! No grief of night can weigh […]

The earth grows white with harvest; all day long The sickles gleam, until the darkness weaves Her web of silence […]

An uphill path, sun-gleams between the showers, Where every beam that broke the leaden sky Lit other hills with fairer […]

Cometh the night. The wind falls low, The trees swing slowly to and fro: Around the church the headstones grey […]

“What I spent I had; what I saved, I lost; what I gave, I have.” But yesterday the tourney, all […]

I saw a city filled with lust and shame, Where men, like wolves, slunk through the grim half-light; And sudden, […]

Amid earth’s vagrant noises, he caught the note sublime: To-day around him surges from the silences of Time A flood […]

“It fell on a day, that he went out to his father to the reapers. And he said unto his […]

He wrought in poverty, the dull grey days, But with the night his little lamp-lit room Was bright with battle […]

Ye have sung me your songs, ye have chanted your rimes (I scorn your beguiling, O sea!) Ye fondle me […]

The day is past and the toilers cease; The land grows dim ‘mid the shadows grey, And hearts are glad, […]