Selected Poems

by Frederick George Scott


 

THE LAURENTIANS


 

These mountains reign alone, they do not share
    The transitory life of woods and streams;
    Wrapt in the deep solemnity of dreams,
They drain the sunshine of the upper air.
Beneath their peaks, the huge clouds, here and there,

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Take counsel of the wind, which all night screams
    Through grey, burnt forests where the moonlight beams
On hidden lakes, and rocks worn smooth and bare.

These mountains once, throned in the primal sea,
    Shook half the world with thunder, and the sun
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        Pierced not the gloom that clung about their crest;
Now with spent force, toilers from toil set free,
    Unvexed by fate, the part they played being done,
        They watch and wait in venerable rest. [Page 74]