Sagas of Vaster Britain: Poems of the Race, the Empire and the Divinity of Man

by William Wilfred Campbell


 

A LAKE MEMORY


 

THE lake comes throbbing in with voice of pain
    Across these flats, athwart the sunset’s glow,
I see her face, I know her voice again,
    Her lips, her breath, O God, as long ago.

To live the sweet past over I would fain,

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    As lives the day in the red sunset’s fire,
That all these wild, wan marshlands now would stain,
    With the dawn’s memories, loves and flushed desire.

I call her back across the vanished years,
    Nor vain—a white-armed phantom fills her place;

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Its eyes the wind-blown sunset fires, its tears
    This rain of spray that blows about my face.