Canadian Born

by Emily Pauline Johnson



Good-bye


 

Sounds of the seas grow fainter,
        Sounds of the sands have sped;
The sweep of gales,
The far white sails,
        Are silent, spent and dead.
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Sounds of the days of summer
        Murmur and die away,
And distance hides
The long, low tides,
        As night shuts out the day. [Page 67]
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