Among the Millet

by Archibald Lampman


 

TO MY WIFE


 

Though fancy and the might of rhyme,
   That turneth like the tide,
Have borne me many a musing time,
   Beloved, from thy side.

Ah yet, I pray thee, deem not, Sweet,
   Those hours were given in vain:
Within these covers to thy feet
   I bring them back again.