Archibald Lampman

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

Unrest - Poem by Archibald Lampman

All day upon the garden bright
The suns shines strong,
But in my heart there is no light,
Or any song.

Voices of merry life go by,
Adown the street;
But I am weary of the cry
And drift of feet.

With all dear things that ought to please
The hours are blessed,
And yet my soul is ill at ease,
And cannot rest.

Strange spirit, leave me not too long,
Nor stint to give,
For if my soul have no sweet song,
It cannot live.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 8, 2010



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