Still with soft throats unaltered in your dream.[[16]]
[16]. Among the Millet, and other Poems. By Archibald Lampman. Ottawa: J. Durie and Son. 1888. Pp. 151.
Clearly Horace was at fault. The Greeks thought better of the musical piper of the marsh; but it has remained for the Canadian poet to chant more sweetly of him than Theocritus and Aristophanes.
After the treble of the hylodes, suddenly the first bee hums by in quest of the awaiting flower. The first butterfly flutters past, the first night-hawk booms, the first bat hunts against the crimson afterglow, and, behold! it is spring. “The weather of the Renouveau,” old Ronsard hymned it—the miracle of the sunshine, the south wind, and the shower.
XI.
MAGICIANS OF THE SHELVES.
I.
Around the hardest cark and toil lies the imaginative world of the poets and romancists, and thither we sometimes escape to snatch a mouthful of serener air.—Alexander Smith, Dreamthorp.