Alcyone

by Archibald Lampman


 

 

THE MYSTERY OF A YEAR


 

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 smile.

To-day she passed me in the press,                                           5
    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;                                               10
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,                                                15
    The conscious woman in her tread.