Poem by Archibald Lampman

The Poet's Possession

Think not, oh master of the well-tilled field,
This earth is only thine; for after thee,
When all is sown and gathered and put by,
Comes the grave poet with creative eye,
And from these silent acres and clean plots,
Bids with his wand the fancied after-yield,
A second tilth and second harvest, be,
The crop of images and curious thoughts.

1. Forest Moods
2. Distance
3. Heat
4. An Impression
5. Why Do Ye Call the Poet Lonely

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