My Lattice, and Other Poems

MY LATTICE
AND OTHER POEMS
AND OTHER POEMS BY FREDERICK GEORGE SCOTT Author of “The Soul’s Quest, and Other Poems,” “Elton Hazlewood,” etc. TORONTO: WILLIAM BRIGGS. C. W. Coates, Montreal. S. F. Huestis, Halifax. 1894.
Entered according to the Act of the Parliament of Canada, in the year one thousand eight hundred and ninety-four, by William Briggs, Toronto, in the office of the Minister of Agriculture, at Ottawa.

My lattice looks upon the North, The winds are cool that enter; At night I see the stars come forth, Arcturus in the centre.
The curtain down my casement drawn Is dewy mist, which lingers Until my maid, the rosy dawn, Uplifts it with her fingers.
The sparrows are my matin-bell, Each day my heart rejoices, When, from the trellis where they dwell, They call me with their voices.
Then, as I dream with half-shut eye, Without a sound or motion, To me that little square of sky Becomes a boundless ocean.
And straight my soul unfurls its sails That blue sky-sea to sever, My fancies are the noiseless gales That waft it on forever.
I sail into the depths of space And leave the clouds behind me, I pass the old moon’s hiding-place, The sun’s rays cannot find me.
I sail beyond the solar light, Beyond the constellations, Across the voids where loom in sight New systems and creations.