The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse
Among the MilletArchibald Lampman (18611899)
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The morning hours are seven,
And I am fain to watch you pass,
Ye soft white clouds of heaven.
The wind alone can tame you;
I think of what in time of old
The poets loved to name you.
A field without a reaper;
They called the shining sun your lord,
The shepherd wind your keeper.
The men of old for moulding
In simple beauty such a dream,
And I could lie beholding,
The wind from morn till even
For ever shepherd you across
The shining field of heaven.