To the distance! Ah, the distance!
Blue and broad and dim!
Peace is not in burgh or meadow,
But beyond the rim.
Aye, beyond it, far beyond it;
Follow still my soul,
Till this earth is lost in heaven,
And thou feel'st the whole.
More verses by Archibald Lampman
- New Year's Eve
- Winter Hue's Recalled
- At The Long Sault: May, 1660
- The Sweetness Of Life
- The Woodcutter's Hut