Archibald Lampman

Passion

As a weed beneath the ocean,
  As a pool beneath a tree
Answers with each breath or motion
  An imperious mastery;

So my spirit swift with passion
  Finds in every look a sign,
Catching in some wondrous fashion
  Every mood that governs thine.

In a moment it will borrow,
  Flashing in a gusty train,
Laughter and desire and sorrow
  Anger and delight and pain.