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The
Dread Voyage Poems
by
William Wilfred Campbell
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IN
THE AUGUST FIELDS
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A SOFT,
blue vapour films the fields and woods;
Through shining heats, a thread, the roadway runs;
Far out in smoke, the white day sleeps and suns,
And faint and dim the city’s jar intrudes
Across these realms of summer’s solitudes,
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Walled
in by azure of the horizon’s rim:
Where the great sky, all arched and blurred and
dim,
About this drowse and dreaming bends and broods.
Near in the heat a locust lilts and files,
A sheep-bell tinkles down along the grass,
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And
out by hill and valley, miles on miles,
With summer’s breath across its face half
blurred,
Cradling this silence all unjarred, unstirred,
The river holds the whole world like a glass. |
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