Archibald Lampman

“The evening deepens, and the gray

Folds closer earth and sky;

The world seems shrouded far away;

Its noises sleep, and I,

As secret as yon buried stream,

Plod dumbly on, and dream.”

– From “Snow,” by Archibald Lampman.

(Yeah, I know it’s a bit late for that, since all the Christmas snow here in Baltimore has melted, but I love Archibald Lampman’s poetry, even without the voice of Loreena McKennitt singing it.)