“Though fancy and the might of rhyme,
That turneth like the tide,
Have borne me many a musing time,
Beloved, from thy side

Ah yet, I pray thee, deem not Sweet,
Those hours were given in vain;
Within these covers to thy feet
I bring them back again”

—  Archibald Lampman

Dedication to His Wife, Among the Millet and Other Poems (J. Duire & Son Ottawa 1888).

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