1 Out in a world of death far to the northward lying, <br />2 Under the sun and the moon, under the dusk and the day; <br />3 Under the glimmer of stars and the purple of sunsets dying, <br />4 Wan and waste and white, stretch the great lakes away. <br /> <br />5 Never a bud of spring, never a laugh of summer, <br />6 Never a dream of love, never a song of bird; <br />7 But only the silence and white, the shores that grow chiller and dumber, <br />8 Wherever the ice winds sob, and the griefs of winter are heard. <br /> <br />9 Crags that are black and wet out of the grey lake looming, <br />10 Under the sunset's flush and the pallid, faint glimmer of dawn; <br />11 Shadowy, ghost-like shores, where midnight surfs are booming <br />12 Thunders of wintry woe over the spaces wan. <br /> <br />13 Lands that loom like spectres, whited regions of winter, <br />14 Wastes of desolate woods, deserts of water and shore; <br />15 A world of winter and death, within these regions who enter, <br />16 Lost to summer and life, go to return no more. <br /> <br />17 Moons that glimmer above, waters that lie white under, <br />18 Miles and miles of lake far out under the night; <br />19 Foaming crests of waves, surfs that shoreward thunder, <br />20 Shadowy shapes that flee, haunting the spaces white. <br /> <br />21 Lonely hidden bays, moon-lit, ice-rimmed, winding, <br />22 Fringed by forests and crags, haunted by shadowy shores; <br />23 Hushed from the outward strife, where the mighty surf is grinding <br />24 Death and hate on the rocks, as sandward and landward it roars.<br /><br />William Wilfred Campbell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-winter-lakes/
