Lundy's Lane, and Other Poems

by Duncan Campbell Scott

A desert underneath the garden shows,

And in a mound of cinders roots the rose.

Here then I linger by the little bed,

Till all my spirit's sphere,

Grows one half brightness and the other dead,

One half all joy, the other vague alarms;

And, holding each the other half in fee,

Floats like the growing moon

That bears implicitly

Her lessening pearl of shadow