A Niagara Landscape
Heavy with haze that merges and melts free
Into the measureless depth on either hand,
The full day rests upon the luminous land
In one long noon of golden reverie.
Now hath the harvest come and gone with glee.
The shaven fields stretch smooth and clean away,
Purple and green, and yellow, and soft gray,
Chequered with orchards. Farther still I see
Towns and dim villages, whose roof-tops fill
The distant mist, yet scarcely catch the view.
Thorold set sultry on its plateau'd hill,
And far to westward, where yon pointed towers
Rise faint and ruddy from the vaporous blue,
Saint Catharines, city of the host of flowers.
Composition date is unknown - the above date represents the first publication date.Form: Sonnet: abbacddcefegfg 11. Thorold: southern Ontario town that Lampman acknowledged ashis birthplace and that owed its industries to the Welland Canal.14.Saint Catharines: an incorporated city in the Niagara fruit belt, servedby rail and the Welland Canal.
