I love the warm bare earth and all <br />That works and dreams thereon: <br />I love the seasons yet to fall: <br />I love the ages gone, <br /> <br />The valleys with the sheeted grain, <br />The river's smiling might, <br />The merry wind, the rustling rain, <br />The vastness of the night. <br /> <br />I love the morning's flame, the steep <br />Where down the vapour clings: <br />I love the clouds that float and sleep, <br />And every bird that sings. <br /> <br />I love the purple shower that pours <br />On far-off fields at even: <br />I love the pine-wood dusk whose floors <br />Are like the courts of heaven. <br /> <br />I love the heaven's azure span, <br />The grass beneath my feet: <br />I love the face of every man <br />Whose thought is swift and sweet. <br /> <br />I let the wrangling world go by, <br />And like an idle breath <br />Its echoes and its phantoms fly: <br />I care no jot for death. <br /> <br />Time like a Titan bright and strong <br />Spreads one enchanted gleam: <br />Each hour is but a fluted song, <br />And life a lofty dream.<br /><br />Archibald Lampman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/amor-vitae/
