Virna Sheard (1865-1943) is a Canadian poet and novelist.
Life
She was born Virna Stanton in Coburg, Ontario, and was educated in Coburg and Toronto. She married Dr. Charles Sheard of Toronto in 1885, and bore him four sons.
She began publishing stories and poems in 1898, and publishing several novels and a collection of poetry.
Writing
The Globe (Toronto): "A study of The Miracle and Other Poems shows at once that the author is not merely a Canadian poet; her outlook and her range know little of time or place; she belongs to the readers of poetry at large.... Though Mrs. Sheard's poems are by no means of uniform quality, there are enough of the best to ensure her a high place in Canadian poetry. Her tender sympathy with small or helpless things, her interpretation of the music of nature, her spiritual quality and her rendering of reverent Biblical subjects reflect the mind of an idealist, and are the inspired lines of one deeply moved. Often there is a touch of sadness or of the whimsical, but never a suggestion of triviality or flippancy. There is little of incident or action: most of the poems are pure lyrics. In many cases there is a strong appeal to the aesthetic."
When April comes with softly shining eyes,
And daffodils bound in her wind-blown hair,
Oh, she will coax all clouds from out the skies,
...
April again! the willow wands are yellow
Rose-red the brambles that the passing wind knows,
Comes a robin's note like the note of a 'cello,
And across the valley, the calling of the crows,-
'April again!'
...
April! April! April!
With a mist of green on the trees--
And a scent of the warm brown broken earth
On every wandering breeze;
...
'Tis time to sing of roses: of roses all ablow,
To every vagrant passing breeze they dip a courtesy low,
...