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Was a Canadian poet.
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Archibald Lampman's poems
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To-night the very horses springing by
Toss gold from whitened nostrils. In a dream
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Broad shadows fall. On all the mountain side
The scythe-swept fields are silent. Slowly home
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The darkness brings no quiet here, the light
No waking: ever on my blinded brain
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I saw the city's towers on a luminous pale-gray sky;
Beyond them a hill of the softest mistiest green,
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The frost that stings like fire upon my cheek,
The loneliness of this forsaken ground,
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Here the dead sleep--the quiet dead. No sound
Disturbs them ever, and no storm dismays.
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Not to be conquered by these headlong days,
But to stand free: to keep the mind at brood
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Out of the gray northwest, where many a day gone by
Ye tugged and howled in your tempestuous grot,
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