Morning on the Shore
The lake is blue with morning; and the sky
Sweet, clear, and burnished as an orient pearl.
High in its vastness, scream and skim and whirl
White gull-flocks where the gleaming beaches die
Into dim distance, where great marshes lie.
The dew-wet road in ruddy sunlight gleams,
The sweet, cool earth, the clear blue heaven on high.
Across the morn a carolling school-boy goes,
Filling the world with youth to heaven’s stair;
Some chattering squirrel answers from his tree;
But down beyond the headland, where ice-floes
Are great in winter, pleading in mute prayer,
A dead, drowned face stares up immutably.
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William Wilfred Campbell (1860-1918)
from The Dread Voyage Poems, 1893
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
William Wilfred Campbell biography
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