Lyrics of Earth

by Archibald Lampman


 

 

CLOUD-BREAK


 

With a turn of his magical rod,
That extended and suddenly shone,
From the round of his glory some god
Looks forth and is gone.

To the summit of heaven the clouds                                         5
Are rolling aloft like steam;
There’s a break in their infinite shrouds,
And below it a gleam.
O’er the drift of the river a whiff
Comes out from the blossoming shore;                                 10
And the meadows are greening, as if
They never were green before.

The islands are kindled with gold
And russet and emerald dye;
And the interval waters outrolled                                             15
Are more blue than the sky.
From my feet to the heart of the hills
The spirits of May intervene,
And a vapor of azure distills
Like a breath on the opaline green.                                        20

Only a moment!—and then
The chill and the shadow decline,
On the eyes of rejuvenate men
That were wide and divine.