Poems by Archibald Lampman
The Meadow
... Whose substance should be Nature's, clear and strong, ...
On Lake Temiscamingue
... Halves with its slim gray stem and pendent green ...
Indian Summer
... And droop-limbed elms down-dropping golden leaves ...
Easter Eve
... Marks of where the nails pierced through, ...
Morning On The Lievres
... Sheer away To the misty line of light, ...
Favorites of Pan
... Where the first plough upturned the clinging sods, ...
The Song Of Pan
... Touched her, wild to plead, ...
Good Speech
... Thou hast the freedom of rude speech: sweet words ...
Perfect Love
... Sweet is the flower, whose radiant glory flies, ...
The Loons
... he bore Their bitter deeds for many a patient day, ...
Forest Moods
... There is shining of flowers in the deep wet woods, ...
A Niagara Landscape
... The shaven fields stretch smooth and clean away, ...
The Monk
... XVII "Thou knowest that new-sprung prince, that proud up-start, ...
After Rain
... And all the world was flecked and strewn ...
In Beechwood Cemetery
... And the old earth puts forth her tender grass, ...
