Archibald Lampman (Арчибальд Лампман)

Distance

    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.

1. Freedom
2. Among the Timothy
3. Why Do Ye Call the Poet Lonely
4. Heat
5. An Impression

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