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Thomas Humphry Ward, ed.  The English Poets.  1880–1918.
Vol. V. Browning to Rupert Brooke
 
Wayagamack
By Archibald Lampman (1861–1899)
 
BEAUTIFUL are thy hills, Wayagamack,
Thy depths of lonely rock, thine endless piles
Of grim birch forest and thy spruce-dark isles,
Thy waters fathomless and pure and black,
But golden where the gravel meets the sun,        5
And beautiful thy twilight solitude,
The gloom that gathers over lake and wood
A weirder silence when the day is done.
For ever wild, too savage for the plough,
Thine austere beauty thou canst never lose.        10
Change shall not mar thy loneliness, nor tide
Of human trespass trouble thy repose,
The Indian’s paddle and the hunter’s stride
Shall jar thy dream, and break thy peace enow.
 
 
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