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Archibald Lampman (Арчибальд Лемпман)


Life and Nature


I passed through the gates of the city,
  The streets were strange and still,
Through the doors of the open churches
  The organs were moaning shrill.

Through the doors and the great high windows
  I heard the murmur of prayer,
And the sound of their solemn singing
  Streamed out on the sunlit air;

A sound of some great burden
  That lay on the world's dark breast,
Of the old, and the sick, and the lonely,
  And the weary that cried for rest.

I strayed through the midst of the city
  Like one distracted or mad.
"Oh, Life! Oh, Life!" I kept saying,
  And the very word seemed sad.

I passed through the gates of the city,
  And I heard the small birds sing,
I laid me down in the meadows
  Afar from the bell-ringing.

In the depth and the bloom of the meadows
  I lay on the earth's quiet breast,
The poplar fanned me with shadows,
  And the veery sang me to rest.

Blue, blue was the heaven above me,
  And the earth green at my feet;
"Oh, Life! Oh, Life!" I kept saying,
  And the very word seemed sweet.



Archibald Lampman's other poems:
  1. The Sun Cup
  2. The Bird and the Hour
  3. Among the Millet
  4. A Re-assurance
  5. The Poet's Possession


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