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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373458" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Half-breed Girl</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is free of the trap and the paddle,<br>The portage and the trail,<br>But something behind her savage life<br>Shines like a fragile veil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her dreams are undiscovered,<br>Shadows trouble her breast,<br>When the time for resting cometh<br>Then least is she at rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oft in the morns of winter,<br>When she visits the rabbit snares,<br>An appearance floats in the crystal air<br>Beyond the balsam firs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oft in the summer mornings<br>When she strips the nets of fish,<br>The smell of the dripping net-twine<br>Gives to her heart a wish.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But she cannot learn the meaning<br>Of the shadows in her soul,<br>The lights that break and gather,<br>The clouds that part and roll,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The reek of rock-built cities,<br>Where her fathers dwelt of yore,<br>The gleam of loch and shealing,<br>The mist on the moor,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Frail traces of kindred kindness,<br>Of feud by hill and strand,<br>The heritage of an age-long life<br>In a legendary land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She wakes in the stifling wigwam,<br>Where the air is heavy and wild,<br>She fears for something or nothing<br>With the heart of a frightened child.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sees the stars turn slowly<br>Past the tangle of the poles,<br>Through the smoke of the dying embers,<br>Like the eyes of dead souls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her heart is shaken with longing<br>For the strange, still years,<br>For what she knows and knows not,<br>For the wells of ancient tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A voice calls from the rapids,<br>Deep, careless and free,<br>A voice that is larger than her life<br>Or than her death shall be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She covers her face with her blanket,<br>Her fierce soul hates her breath,<br>As it cries with a sudden passion<br>For life or death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Duncan+Campbell+Scott">Duncan Campbell Scott</a><div class=q>
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The portage and the trail,
But something behind her savage life
Shines like a fragile veil.

Her dreams are undiscovered,
Shadows trouble her breast,
When the time for resting cometh
Then least is she at res..."></div>
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