Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
WhyBliss Carman (18611929)
F
Whose fame unblown
Sleeps in the hills
For ever and aye;
The stir of the years
Go by on the wind
By night and day;
Of the needs of spring,
Of autumn’s wonder
Or winter’s chill;
The great sun freeze,
As he wanders a-cold
From hill to hill;
Is a woven part
Of the flurry and drift
Of whirling snow;
Sad eyes and true,
And the old, old love
So long ago.