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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386615" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Song my Paddle Sings</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">West wind, blow from your prairie nest,<br>Blow from the mountains, blow from the west<br>The sail is idle, the sailor too ;<br>O! wind of the west, we wait for you.<br>Blow, blow!<br>I have wooed you so,<br>But never a favour you bestow.<br>You rock your cradle the hills between,<br>But scorn to notice my white lateen.<br>I stow the sail, unship the mast :<br>I wooed you long but my wooing's past ;<br>My paddle will lull you into rest.<br>O! drowsy wind of the drowsy west,<br>Sleep, sleep,<br>By your mountain steep,<br>Or down where the prairie grasses sweep!<br>Now fold in slumber your laggard wings,<br>For soft is the song my paddle sings.<br>August is laughing across the sky,<br>Laughing while paddle, canoe and I,<br>Drift, drift,<br>Where the hills uplift<br>On either side of the current swift.<br>The river rolls in its rocky bed ;<br>My paddle is plying its way ahead ;<br>Dip, dip,<br>While the water flip<br>In foam as over their breast we slip.<br>And oh, the river runs swifter now ;<br>The eddies circle about my bow.<br>Swirl, swirl!<br>How the ripples curl<br>In many a dangerous pool awhirl!<br>And forward far the rapids roar,<br>Fretting their margin for evermore.<br>Dash, dash,<br>With a mighty crash,<br>They seethe, and boil, and bound, and splash.<br>Be strong, O paddle! be brave, canoe!<br>The reckless waves you must plunge into.<br>Reel, reel.<br>On your trembling keel,<br>But never a fear my craft will feel.<br>We've raced the rapid, we're far ahead!<br>The river slips through its silent bed.<br>Sway, sway,<br>As the bubbles spray<br>And fall in tinkling tunes away.<br>And up on the hills against the sky,<br>A fir tree rocking its lullaby,<br>Swings, swings,<br>Its emerald wings,<br>Swelling the song that my paddle sings.</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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Blow from the mountains, blow from the west
The sail is idle, the sailor too ;
O! wind of the west, we wait for you.
Blow, blow!
I have wooed you so,
But never a favour you bestow.
You rock your cradle the h..."></div>
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