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    Alcyone

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    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateNov 27, 2013
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      Alcyone - Archibald Lampman

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of Alcyone, by Archibald Lampman

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      Title: Alcyone

      Author: Archibald Lampman

      Release Date: October 2, 2007 [EBook #22833]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ALCYONE ***

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      ALCYONE

      by

      ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN

      OTTAWA

      JAMES OGILVY

      1899

      Edinburgh: T. and A. Constable, Printers to Her Majesty

      TO THE MEMORY OF

      MY FATHER

      HIMSELF A POET

      WHO FIRST INSTRUCTED ME

      IN THE ART

      OF VERSE.

      CONTENTS

      ALCYONE 1

      IN MARCH 4

      THE CITY OF THE END OF THINGS 5

      THE SONG SPARROW 9

      INTER VIAS 10

      REFUGE 12

      APRIL NIGHT 13

      PERSONALITY 14

      TO MY DAUGHTER 15

      CHIONE 17

      TO THE CRICKET 24

      THE SONG OF PAN 25

      THE ISLET AND THE PALM 27

      A VISION OF TWILIGHT 28

      EVENING 33

      THE CLEARER SELF 34

      TO THE PROPHETIC SOUL 36

      THE LAND OF PALLAS 38

      AMONG THE ORCHARDS 49

      THE POET'S SONG 50

      A THUNDERSTORM 56

      THE CITY 57

      SAPPHICS 60

      VOICES OF EARTH 62

      PECCAVI, DOMINE 63

      AN ODE TO THE HILLS 66

      INDIAN SUMMER 71

      GOOD SPEECH 72

      THE BETTER DAY 73

      WHITE PANSIES 75

      WE TOO SHALL SLEEP 77

      THE AUTUMN WASTE 78

      VIVIA PERPETUA 79

      THE MYSTERY OF A YEAR 96

      WINTER EVENING 97

      WAR 98

      THE WOODCUTTER'S HUT 103

      AMOR VITÆ 108

      WINTER-BREAK 110

      ALCYONE

      In the silent depth of space,

      Immeasurably old, immeasurably far,

      Glittering with a silver flame

      Through eternity,

      Rolls a great and burning star,

      With a noble name,

      Alcyone!

      In the glorious chart of heaven

      It is marked the first of seven;

      'Tis a Pleiad:

      And a hundred years of earth

      With their long-forgotten deeds have come and gone,

      Since that tiny point of light,

      Once a splendour fierce and bright,

      Had its birth

      In the star we gaze upon.

      It has travelled all that time—

      Thought has not a swifter flight—

      Through a region where no faintest gust

      Of life comes ever, but the power of night

      Dwells stupendous and sublime,

      Limitless and void and lonely,

      A region mute with age, and peopled only

      With the dead and ruined dust

      Of worlds that lived eternities ago.

      Man! when thou dost think of this,

      And what our earth and its existence is,

      The half-blind toils since life began,

      The little aims, the little span,

      With what passion and what pride,

      And what hunger fierce and wide,

      Thou dost break beyond it all,

      Seeking for the spirit unconfined

      In the clear abyss of mind

      A shelter and a peace majestical.

      For what is life to thee,

      Turning toward the primal light,

      With that stern and silent face,

      If thou canst not be

      Something radiant and august as night,

      Something wide as space?

      Therefore with a love and gratitude divine

      Thou shalt cherish in thine heart for sign

      A vision of the great and burning star,

      Immeasurably old, immeasurably far,

      Surging forth its silver flame

      Through eternity;

      And thine inner heart shall ring and cry

      With the music strange and high,

      The grandeur of its name

      Alcyone!

      IN MARCH

      The sun falls warm: the southern winds awake:

      The air seethes upward with a steamy shiver:

      Each dip of the road is now a crystal lake,

      And every rut a little dancing river.

      Through great soft clouds that sunder overhead

      The deep sky breaks as pearly blue as summer:

      Out of a cleft beside the river's bed

      Flaps the black crow, the first demure newcomer.

      The last seared drifts are eating fast away

      With glassy tinkle into glittering laces:

      Dogs lie asleep, and little children play

      With tops and marbles in the sunbare places;

      And I that stroll with many a thoughtful pause

      Almost forget that winter ever was.

      THE CITY OF THE END OF THINGS

      Beside the pounding cataracts

      Of midnight streams unknown to us

      'Tis builded in the leafless tracts

      And valleys huge of Tartarus.

      Lurid and lofty and vast it seems;

      It hath no rounded name that rings,

      But I have heard it called in dreams

      The City of the End of Things.

      Its roofs and iron towers have grown

      None knoweth how high within the night,

      But in its murky streets far down

      A flaming terrible and bright

      Shakes all the stalking shadows there,

      Across the walls, across the floors,

      And shifts upon the upper air

      From out a thousand furnace doors;

      And all the while an awful sound

      Keeps roaring on continually,

      And crashes in the ceaseless round

      Of a gigantic harmony.

      Through its grim depths re-echoing

      And all its weary height of walls,

      With measured roar and iron ring,

      The inhuman music lifts and falls.

      Where no thing rests and no man is,

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