Lake Lyrics and Other Poems

by William Wilfred Campbell




A WORLD of dawn, where sky and water merge
    In far, dim vapors, mingling blue in blue,
    Where low-rimmed shores shimmer like gold shot through
Some misty fabric. Lost in dreams, I urge
With languid oar my skiff through sunny surge,
    That rings its music round the rocks and sands,
    Passing to silence, where far lying lands
Loom blue and purpling from the morning’s verge.

I linger in dreams, and through my dreaming comes,
Like sound of suffering heard through battle drums, 

    An anguished call of sad, heart-broken speech;
As if some wild lake spirit, long ago
Soul-wronged, through hundred years its wounded woe
    Moans out in vain across each wasted beach.