A Treasury of Canadian Verse, with Brief Biographical Notes - Unknown

Build high your white and dazzling palaces,

Strengthen your bridges, fortify your towers,

Storm with a loud and a portentous lip;

And April with a fragmentary breeze,

And half a score of gentle, golden hours,

Shall leave no trace of your stern workmanship.

WITH slender arms outstretching in the sun

The grass lies dead;