The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse
OverlordBliss Carman (18611929)
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Lord of the rain,
White Overlord of will,
Master of pain,
Blown through the halls of death,
Like a pale ghost of prayer,—
I am thy breath.
Lord of the bloom,
Sheer Overlord of grief,
Master of doom,
Through the vague world and dim,
Vagrant and glad I go;
I am thy whim.
Lord of the sea,
I am thy broken gull,
Blown far alee.
Lord of the dawn,
Star of the paling blue
Darkling and gone,
Where the first winds are stirred,
Out of the wells of night
I am thy word.
Where raptures throng,
I am thy hermit thrush,
Ending no song.
Lord of the North,
When the red sun grows old
And day goes forth,
Go glad and free,
Earth to my mother earth,
Spirit to thee.