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Lake
Lyrics and Other Poems
by
William Wilfred Campbell
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AUGUST
NIGHT, ON GEORGIAN BAY
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THE
day dreams out, the night is brooding in,
Across this world of vapor, wood, and wave.
Things blur and dim. Cool silvery ripples
lave
The sands and rustling reed-beds.
Now begin
Night’s dreamy choruses,
the murmurous din |
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Of sleepy
voices. Tremulous, one by one,
The stars blink in. The dusk drives out the sun;
And all the world the hosts
of darkness win.
Anon, through mists, the harvest moon will come,
With breathing flames,
above the forest edge;
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Flooding
the silence in a silvern dream:
Conquering the night and all its voices dumb,
With unheard melodies. While all agleam,
Low flutes the lake along
the lustrous sedge. |
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