Lyrics of Earth

by Archibald Lampman


 

 

IN MAY


 

Grief was my master yesternight;
    To-morrow I may grieve again;
    But now along the windy plain
       The clouds have taken flight.

The sowers in the furrows go;                                                    5
    The lusty river brimmeth on;
    The curtains from the hills are gone;
       The leaves are out; and lo,

The silvery distance of the day,
    The light horizons, and between                                          10
    The glory of the perfect green,
       The tumult of the May.

The bobolinks at noonday sing
    More softly than the softest flute,
    And lightlier than the lightest lute                                         15
       Their fairy tambours ring.

The roads far off are towered with dust;
    The cherry-blooms are swept and thinned;
    In yonder swaying elms the wind
       Is charging gust on gust.                                                   20

But here there is no stir at all;
    The ministers of sun and shadow
    Horde all the perfumes of the meadow
       Behind a grassy wall.

An infant rivulet wind-free                                                        25
    Adown the guarded hollow sets,
    Over whose brink the violets
       Are nodding peacefully.

From pool to pool it prattles by;
    The flashing swallows dip and pass,                                  30
    Above the tufted marish grass,
       And here at rest am I.

I care not for the old distress,
    Nor if to-morrow bid me moan;
    To-day is mine, and I have known                                       35
       An hour of blessedness.