E. Pauline Johnson,
Flint and Feather (1914)—Part II. Canadian Born…
(1914)
“ The west lifts to the sun her longing lips, Her blushes stain with gold and garnet dye The shore, the river and the wide far sky; Like floods of wine the waters filter through The reeds that brush our indolent canoe. I beach the bow where sands in shadows lie; You hold my hand a space, then speak good-bye. ”
