| William Wilfred Campbell, comp. The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse. 1913. | | | | October Morning | | By William Wilfred Campbell (1861–1918) |
| | | BRIGHT, pallid, changing, chill October morn: | |
| Across your windy, keen exhilarant air, | |
| You loom, a cameo dream, a vision fair; | |
| Where through your purples and mauves of skeleton trees, | |
| Friezes of lingering foliage, russet browns, | 5 |
| And wine-like crimsons, flaming torches, gold | |
| Of maples, beeches, sumachs, poplars, shine | |
| The horn-like, cloudy windows of the sky. | |
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| Nothing on earth more beautiful than this: | |
| To feel your glow, austere, of wintry flame, | 10 |
| Your exquisite, Greek infinities of colour; | |
| And know that inward thrill, that Titan vision, | |
| Once more, Atlantean; the marbled bay, | |
| Th’ Olympian mountain, Saturn’s mighty crown; | |
| And hear once more the Tritons sing, and know | 15 |
| Once more, immortal, Earth’s old godlike dream. | | | | |
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