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On such a day the shrunken stream	A
Spends its last water and runs dry	B
Clouds like far turrets in a dream	A
Stand baseless in the burning sky	B
On such a day at every rod	C
The toilers in the hay field halt	D
With dripping brows and the parched sod	C
Yields to the crushing foot like salt	D
	-
But here a little wind astir	B
Seen waterward in jetting lines	E
From yonder hillside topped with fir	B
Comes pungent with the breath of pines	E
And here when all the noon hangs still	F
White hot upon the city tiles	G
A perfume and a wintry chill	F
Breathe from the yellow lumber piles	G
	-
And all day long there falls a blur	B
Of noises upon listless ears	H
The rumble of the trams the stir	B
Of barges at the clacking piers	H
The champ of wheels the crash of steam	A
And ever without change or stay	I
The drone as through a troubled dream	A
Of waters falling far away	I
	-
A tug boat up the farther shore	B
Half pants half whistles in her draught	J
The cadence of a creaking oar	B
Falls drowsily a corded raft	J
Creeps slowly in the noonday gleam	A
And wheresoe'er a shadow sleeps	K
The men lie by or half a dream	A
Stand leaning at the idle sweeps	K
	-
And all day long in the quiet bay	I
The eddying amber depths retard	L
And hold as in a ring at play	I
The heavy saw logs notched and scarred	L
And yonder between cape and shoal	I
Where the long currents swing and shift	M
An aged punt man with his pole	I
Is searching in the parted drift	M
	-
At moments from the distant glare	B
The murmur of a railway steals	N
Round yonder jutting point the air	B
Is beaten with the puff of wheels	N
And here at hand an open mill	I
Strong clamor at perpetual drive	O
With changing chant now hoarse now shrill	I
Keeps dinning like a mighty hive	O
	-
A furnace over field and mead	P
The rounding noon hangs hard and white	Q
Into the gathering heats recede	P
The hollows of the Chelsea height	Q
But under all to one quiet tune	R
A spirit in cool depths withdrawn	S
With logs and dust and wrack bestrewn	S
The stately river journeys on	S
	-
I watch the swinging currents go	T
Far down to where enclosed and piled	U
The logs crowd and the Gatineau	S
Comes rushing from the northern wild	U
I see the long low point where close	V
The shore lines and the waters end	W
I watch the barges pass in rows	X
That vanish at the tapering bend	W
	-
I see as at the noon's pale core	B
A shadow that lifts clear and floats	Y
The cabin'd village round the shore	B
The landing and the fringe of boats	Y
Faint films of smoke that curl and wreathe	Z
And upward with the like desire	B
The vast gray church that seems to breathe	Z
In heaven with its dreaming spire	B
	-
And there the last blue boundaries rise	A2
That guard within their compass furled	W
This plot of earth beyond them lies	A2
The mystery of the echoing world	W
And still my thought goes on and yields	B2
New vision and new joy to me	C2
Far peopled hills and ancient fields	B2
And cities by the crested sea	C2
	-
I see no more the barges pass	D2
Nor mark the ripple round the pier	B
And all the uproar mass on mass	D2
Falls dead upon a vacant ear	B
Beyond the tumult of the mills	E2
And all the city's sound and strife	F2
Beyond the waste beyond the hills	E2
I look far out and dream of life	F2

Archibald Lampman

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