Poems by Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

Harsh is the call of the wind to my ears,
Here on the marshes;
Shrill are the screams that my...

Sometimes a mist of sunlight across a stranger's hair,
Sometimes the vague expression upon a sr...

The woods lay dreaming in a topaz dream,
And we, who silently roamed hand in hand,
Were pilg...

War came, one day, and drew us close together,
Although it swept us many miles apart;
The l...

When I am old and drenched in worlds of sadness,
And wear a lacy cap upon my head;
When, loo...

Now war is over and a world set free,
And youth returns, triumphant, to our land--
And dear-...

How long the days may seem, how long each night,
(And yet, how short the evening used to be!)...

Down by the end of the lane it stands,
Where the sumac grows in a crimson thatch,
Down where ...

Your room is still the dainty little place,
That used to seem so much a part of you--
The drap...

I started out in a cloak of pride,
With talent, too, that I did not hide;
I started out on ...

They could not take the living God away,
Although they left His altar blank and bare;
Their r...

You took the lilt from my heart of hearts,
And the breath of song from my soul;
And the mind ...

I wonder if you ever dream of other days,
Because, sometimes, at twilight when the sunset pla...

I The New Year stood on the earth alone
At the dawn of a bitter day,
And he gathered his robe...

Love of my life, the time has come for parting--
For, dearest, I must leave you while we care...