Lake Lyrics and Other Poems

by William Wilfred Campbell


 

AT THE RIVER'S MOUTH


 

A WORLD of mist and sky and watery waste
    Of windy reed-beds, where the river sifts
    Its silent waters, dreaming as it drifts
By hazy shores, unmindful of the haste
Of its old longing, when a wild wan life, 
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    Panting for some dim future, it sped on,
    A gleaming ghost, far under dusk and dawn,
Stabbing the misty midnight, like a knife.

And now like one from maddened dream awake,
    Its wild, impetuous passion spent and old, 

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It threads a world of things that only seem;
Mingling at last with its long-wished-for lake,
    Mid such a peace not even love foretold,
Where only dream-gods fold their wings and dream.