| William Wilfred Campbell, comp. The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse. 1913. | | | | Among the Millet | | By Archibald Lampman (1861–1899) |
| | | THE DEW is gleaming in the grass, | |
| The morning hours are seven, | |
| And I am fain to watch you pass, | |
| Ye soft white clouds of heaven. | |
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| Ye stray and gather, part and fold; | 5 |
| The wind alone can tame you; | |
| I think of what in time of old | |
| The poets loved to name you. | |
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| They called you sheep, the sky your sward, | |
| A field without a reaper; | 10 |
| They called the shining sun your lord, | |
| The shepherd wind your keeper. | |
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| Your sweetest poets I will deem | |
| The men of old for moulding | |
| In simple beauty such a dream, | 15 |
| And I could lie beholding, | |
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| Where daisies in the meadow toss, | |
| The wind from morn till even | |
| For ever shepherd you across | |
| The shining field of heaven. | 20 | | | |
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