Red, Yellow and Blue

Golf Abounding

Red, Yellow and Blue written by James Edward Hervey MacDonald

Spring in the Valley

From The Canadian Forum, January 1921, p. 118

We sought again the forest lake
Whose wave had closed upon his life
One long year past, and feared to feel
Its gleaming like a knife.

But calm and nonchalant the hills
Lay heaped in slumber mile on mile,
The lake was blue as infant eyes
And guileless as their smile.

We sat upon the lichened rock
And wondered much how time could hide
That day when death had torn the blue
Of sky and lake aside.

And, through the dark, sad breezes poured
Soft cataracts in aspen trees,
And voices out of ancient night
Mourned endless miseries.

The maple dropping quiet leaves.
Strewed the grey rock with gold and red,
The birches flaunted yellow plumes
As though there were no dead.

A sun-gleam grew upon the lake
And spread the hills with scarlet fire,
Each sombre rampike of the shore
Became a faery spire.

We looked and felt that all things moved
Upbuilding to a blessed end.
And rarer every beauty seemed
With virtue of our friend.