Poem by 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.

1. Lament of the Winds
2. Cloud-break
3. Snowbirds
4. An Impression
5. What Do Poets Want with Gold?

Charlotte Brontë Passion ("SOME have won a wild delight")

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