The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse
O Amber DayWilliam Talbot Allison (18741941)
O
With languid lids drooping on eyes of dream,
How many ancient poets in their bloom
Have sung the strange, sad wonder of thy gleam!
Mistress between the haunts of life and death,
The poets of our time entune thy praise,
And love the sweet nepenthe of thy breath.
Come visions of the Vallombrosan groves,
Where flaming dawns, and mellow evening skies,
And falling leaves saw old unhappy loves.