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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386589" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The ballad of yaada (a legend of the pacific coast)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are fires on Lulu Island, and the sky is opalescent <br> With the pearl and purple tinting from the smouldering of peat. <br>And the Dream Hills lift their summits in a sweeping, hazy crescent, <br> With the Capilano canyon at their feet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are fires on Lulu Island, and the smoke, uplifting, lingers <br> In a faded scarf of fragrance as it creeps across the day, <br>And the Inlet and the Narrows blur beneath its silent fingers, <br> And the canyon is enfolded in its grey. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the sun its face is veiling like a cloistered nun at vespers; <br> As towards the alter candles of the night a censer swings, <br>And the echo of tradition wakes from slumbering and whispers, <br> Where the Capilano river sobs and sings. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was Yaada, lovely Yaada, who first taught the stream its sighing, <br> For 'twas silent till her coming, and 'twas voiceless as the shore; <br>But throughout the great forever it will sing the song undying <br> That the lips of lovers sing for evermore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was chief of all the Squamish, and he ruled the coastal waters-- <br> And he warred upon her people in the distant Charlotte Isles; <br>She, a winsome basket weaver, daintiest of Haida daughters, <br> Made him captive to her singing and her smiles. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till his hands forgot to havoc and his weapons lost their lusting, <br> Till his stormy eyes allured her from the land of Totem Poles, <br>Till she followed where he called her, followed with a woman's trusting, <br> To the canyon where the Capilano rolls. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the women of the Haidas plied in vain their magic power, <br> Wailed for many moons her absence, wailed for many moons their prayer,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Pauline+Johnson">Emily Pauline Johnson</a><div class=q>
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 With the pearl and purple tinting from the smouldering of peat. 
And the Dream Hills lift their summits in a sweeping, hazy crescent, 
 With the Capilano canyon at their feet. 

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