Lake Lyrics and Other Poems

by William Wilfred Campbell

 

SUNSET, LAKE HURON

(September.)

 
THE sunbeams fall in golden flakes,
    Like snow-banks flamed the clouds are furled;
The soft light shakes
On wave that breaks
    On wave, far round the gleaming world.
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Great brown, bare rocks, wet, purple dyed,
    By sunsets beams hedge in this realm
Of sky and wide,
Bleak sweep of tide,
    Grey, tossed, scare-plowed by keel or helm.
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The east looms dark, the red day dips
    Down under gleaming rock and wave,
In hushed eclipse,
While grey night slips
    The cerements of her shrouded grave.
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And buildeth up her arches dark,
    From ruins of the dim dead day,
Till earth may mark
Each luminous spark,
    Of stars that far in heaven stray.
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And weaveth with her phantom hands
    (Blind, dumb, save for the moon’s white wreath,
And rude wind bands
From Eblis lands)
    A shroud for the great lake beneath;
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That beats and moans, a prisoned thing,
    Rock-manacled beneath the night;
And tells each shore,
Forever more
    Its sorrow in the pallid light.
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