PASSION.

By Archibald Lampman

As a weed beneath the ocean,

As a pool beneath a tree

Answers with each breath or motion

An imperious mastery;

So my spirit swift with passion

Finds in every look a sign,

Catching in some wondrous fashion

Every mood that governs thine.

In a moment it will borrow,

Flashing in a gusty train,

Laughter and desire and sorrow

Anger and delight and pain.