The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse
The Lyre of LifeWilliam Wilfred Campbell (18611918)
I
On which the wind of destiny sings
Earth’s discords, or her glad desire,
Until some dread hand breaks my strings;—
Until some dread hand makes me mute,
And Earth’s great organ tones, her roar
Of Autumn on his wintry shore;
Old Ocean’s voice,
Bidding his mighty hosts rejoice;
Spring’s melodies that thrill and soar,
Her viol, oboe, lute, and flute,
Reverberate round my heart no more.