Archibald Lampman (Арчибальд Лампмен)

With the Night

O doubts, dull passions, and base fears,
  That harassed and oppressed the day,
Ye poor remorses and vain tears,
  That shook this house of clay:

All heaven to the western bars
  Is glittering with the darker dawn;
Here with the earth, the night, the stars,
  Ye have no place: begone!

1. Heat
2. Distance
3. Why Do Ye Call the Poet Lonely
4. The Poet's Possession
5. The Sweetness of Life

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