The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse
The Cry of the RomanticistWilliam Talbot Allison (18741941)
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The bright clear weather after skies of grey,
Forever through the unaccustomed day
I shall be puissant in the lists of old.
But spring eternal from the fields of night,
And lift my soul into far seas of light,
And bring me near my perfect love, Isolde.
The fluted dreams, unperishing and high,
The ringing temper of the ancient mind.
Looks from dim windows on the passers-by,
And Love, alas! has lost the heart to sing.