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Sapphics Post by :48896 Category :Poems Author :Archibald Lampman Date :June 2011 Read :2047

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Clothed in splendour, beautifully sad and silent,
Comes the autumn over the woods and highlands,
Golden, rose-red, full of divine remembrance,
Full of foreboding.

Soon the maples, soon will the glowing birches,
Stripped of all that summer and love had dowered them,
Dream, sad-limbed, beholding their pomp and treasure
Ruthlessly scattered:

Yet they quail not: Winter with wind and iron
Comes and finds them silent and uncomplaining,
Finds them tameless, beautiful still and gracious,
Gravely enduring.

Me too changes, bitter and full of evil,
Dream by dream have plundered and left me naked,
Grey with sorrow. Even the days before me
Fade into twilight,

Mute and barren. Yet will I keep my spirit
Clear and valiant, brother to these my noble
Elms and maples, utterly grave and fearless,
Grandly ungrieving.

Brief the span is, counting the years of mortals,
Strange and sad; it passes, and then the bright earth,
Careless mother, gleaming with gold and azure,
Lovely with blossoms--

Shining white anemones, mixed with roses,
Daisies mild-eyed, grasses and honeyed clover--
You, and me, and all of us, met and equal,
Softly shall cover.

(The end)
Archibald Lampman's poem: Sapphics

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Voices Of Earth
We have not heard the music of the spheres, The song of star to star, but there are sounds More deep than human joy and human tears, That Nature uses in her common rounds; The fall of streams, the cry of winds that strain The oak, the roaring of the sea's surge, might Of thunder breaking afar off, or rain That falls by minutes in the summer night. These are the voices of earth's secret soul, Uttering the mystery from which she came. To him who hears them grief beyond control, Or joy inscrutable without a name, Wakes in his heart

A Lifetime A Lifetime

A Lifetime
I sit in the early twilight, And, through the gathering shade, I look on the fields around me Where yet a child I played. And I peer into the shadows, Till they seem to pass away, And the fields and their tiny brooklet Lie clear in the light of day. A delicate child and slender, With lock of light-brown hair, From knoll to knoll is leaping In the breezy summer air. He stoops to gather blossoms