Archibald Lampman

(17 November 1861 - 10 February 1899 / Morpeth, Ontario)

The Mystery Of A Year - Poem by Archibald Lampman

A little while, a year agone,
I knew her for a romping child,
A dimple and a glance that shone
With idle mischief when she smiled.

To-day she passed me in the press,
And turning with a quick surprise
I wondered at her stateliness,
I wondered at her altered eyes.

To me the street was just the same,
The people and the city's stir;
But life had kindled into flame,
And all the world was changed for her.

I watched her in the crowded ways,
A noble form, a queenly head,
With all the woman in her gaze,
The conscious woman in her tread.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 8, 2010



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