Canadian Born

by Emily Pauline Johnson



At Crow’s Nest Pass


 

At Crow’s Nest Pass the mountains rend
Themselves apart, the rivers wend
    A lawless course about their feet,
    And breaking into torrents beat
In useless fury where they blend
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            At Crow’s Nest Pass.

The nesting eagle, wise, discreet,
Wings up the gorge’s lone retreat
And makes some barren crag her friend
            At Crow’s Nest Pass.
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Uncertain clouds, half-high, suspend
Their shifting vapors, and contend
    With rocks that suffer not defeat;
    And snows, and suns, and mad winds meet
To battle where the cliffs defend
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            At Crow’s Nest Pass. [Page 46]