Poem by Archibald Lampman

An Impression

I heard the city time-bells call
  Far off in hollow towers,
And one by one with measured fall
  Count out the old dead hours;

I felt the march, the silent press
  Of time, and held my breath;
I saw the haggard dreadfulness
  Of dim old age and death.

1. Winter Hues Recalled
2. Unrest
3. Ballade of Summer's Sleep
4. New Year's Eve
5. Song of the Stream-Drops

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