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Lake
Lyrics and Other Poems
by
William Wilfred Campbell
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THE LAKES
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BLUE,
limpid, mighty, restless lakes,
God’s mirrors underneath
the sky,
Low rimmed in woods and mists, where wakes,
Through murk and moon, the
marsh bird’s cry.
Where ever on, through drive and drift,
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’Neath
blue and grey, through hush and moan,
Your ceaseless waters ebb and lift
Past shores of century-crumbling
stone.
And under ever-changing skies,
Swell, throb, and break
on kindling beach;
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Where
fires of dawn responsive rise,
In answer to your mystic
speech.
Past lonely haunts of gull and loon,
Past solitude of land-locked
bays,
Whose bosoms rise to meet the moon,
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| Beneath
their silvered film of haze.
Where mists and fogs in ghostly bands,
Vague, dim, moon-clothed
in spectral light;
Drift in from far-off haunted lands,
Across the silences of
night.
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