Poems by Archibald Lampman
June
... and last, I saw the Arcadian valley, the loved wood, ...
Between The Rapids
... While life's wide fields were filled with rush and change ...
Deeds
... To turn men's eyes yearning to the great and true, ...
Spring On The River
... And the still bright water is looking through, ...
The Weaver
... The people are slain at the gates, and they fly ...
The Railway Station
... Mine eyes that watch grow fixed with dreams and guesses ...
The Sun Cup
... And at night when his journey is done, ...
Autumn Maples
... That all their cheeks have turned to tremulous rose ...
Distance
... Till this earth is lost in heaven, ...
Snowbirds
... And, scattering in a circled sweep, ...
An Athenian Reverie
... then we rose With limbs refreshed, and kept a swinging pace ...
To the Ottawa
... The mightier stream, thy comrade, waits for thee, ...
We too shall Sleep
... Too little&emsp ...
To The Prophetic Soul
... Most ignorant, when they seem most strong ...
Alcyone
... With their long-forgotten deeds have come and gone, ...
