Among the Millet

by Archibald Lampman




As a weed beneath the ocean,
    As a pool beneath a tree
Answers with each breath or motion
    An imperious mastery;

So my spirit swift with passion                                                    5
    Finds in every look a sign,
Catching in some wondrous fashion
    Every mood that governs thine.

In a moment it will borrow,
    Flashing in a gusty train,                                                       10
Laughter and desire and sorrow
    Anger and delight and pain.