Potential Titles: Francis Sherman

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Where of old our eyes were opened - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: I. In the North"

And her hands have loosed the tether - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: I. In the North"

The hills that guard the portal - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: I. In the North"

The distant beat of Spring's irrevocable feet - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: II. A Road Song in May"

Strange lights shall open as we pass - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: III. The Landsman"

And alien wakes traverse the sea - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: III. The Landsman"

The far-off hills cry a golden word of you - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: V. A Song in August"

For us the long shadows and the end of day - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: V. A Song in August"

A lone crane go over to its inland nest - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: V. A Song in August"

Sail overhead to the marshes of the west - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: V. A Song in August"

Separately go to our dreams of opened heaven - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: V. A Song in August"

Behold only the scarlet haze - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VI. To Autumn"

Those unborn hours that surely follow after - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VI. To Autumn"

Learn the strength and change of time - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VI. To Autumn"

Who am made one with grief - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VI. To Autumn"

Purpled with wild grapes crushed wantonly - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VI. To Autumn"

I had not learned all things must die - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VI. To Autumn"

Read the message writ across Earth's face - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VI. To Autumn"

In his heart divine unreason - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VI. To Autumn"

Seeing his fields lie barren in the sun - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VI. To Autumn"

Who has the fairest gifts of all the earth to give - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VII. Three Grey Days"

Ask some tremendous thing to prove her - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VII. Three Grey Days"

With the whine of saw-mills and whirr of hidden wings - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VII. Three Grey Days"

Among the sunset hills till the Hunter's Moon arise - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VII. Three Grey Days"

Of all old hours and places - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VII. Three Grey Days"

Hunt the dead leaves it cannot find - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VIII. The Watch"

Scarlet banners on the hills - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: IX. The Seekers"

The twilight star hangs above the hidden hills - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: IX. The Seekers"

Were born in the dark hollows of the sky - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: X. Fellowship"

When the year stood still at June - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: X. Fellowship"

And so we lingered not for dawn - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: X. Fellowship"

Our feet should know fair ways to travel - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: X. Fellowship"

Unwound them where the Great Bear swung - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: X. Fellowship"

Across the darkness flung the ribbons of the Northern Light - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: X. Fellowship"

The gleam of the milestones you must pass - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: XI. The Lodger"

Wakes and quivers with the strength of newborn rivers - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: XII. March Wind"

When our pathways lay together - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: XII. March Wind"

That the ancient things I loved would comfort you - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: XII. March Wind"

Beckoned us beyond the shadows - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: XII. March Wind"

Earth's forgetfulness of sorrow - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: XII. March Wind"

Hark the rumour of ten thousand ancient Springs - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: XII. March Wind"

Far beyond our North's mad riot - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: XII. March Wind"

The glad, first herald of triumphant dawn - Francis Sherman "In Memorabilia Mortis"

And the wind's strange way was their way - Francis Sherman "In Memorabilia Mortis"

Choose, of all the old dreams, one - Francis Sherman "In Memorabilia Mortis"

Still our feet trod the warm, even places - Francis Sherman "In Memorabilia Mortis"

Followed the close-heard beat of love's wide wings - Francis Sherman "In Memorabilia Mortis"

And only we should reach her mercy-seat - Francis Sherman "In Memorabilia Mortis"

For thee my sword was sharpened and my spear - Francis Sherman "In Memorabilia Mortis"

Who kissed the veil from Beauty's face - Francis Sherman "In Memorabilia Mortis"

Gleam of birches lost among the firs - Francis Sherman "A Prelude"


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