In November (1)
The Poems of Archibald Lampman, ed. Duncan Campbell Scott (Toronto: George N. Morang, 1900): 117, as reprinted in The Poems of Archibald Lampman (including At the Long Sault), intro. by Margaret Coulby of Toronto Press, 1974), and from Among the Millet and Other Poems (Ottawa: Durie, 1888).
2 To the thick-driving snow. A little while
3 And night shall darken down. In shouting file
4The woodmen's carts go by me homeward-wheeled,
5Past the thin fading stubbles, half concealed,
6 Now golden-gray, sowed softly through with snow,
7 Where the last ploughman follows still his row,
8Turning black furrows through the whitening field.
9Far off the village lamps begin to gleam,
10 Fast drives the snow, and no man comes this way;
11 The hills grow wintry white, and bleak winds moan
12 About the naked uplands. I alone
13 Am neither sad, nor shelterless, nor gray,
14Wrapped round with thought, content to watch and dream.
1] leafless: reads "far-off" (in Klinck) Back to Line
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