The Song my Paddle Sings (E. Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake) Poems)
1 West wind, blow from your prairie nest,2 Blow from the mountains, blow from the west3 The sail is idle, ...
1 West wind, blow from your prairie nest,2 Blow from the mountains, blow from the west3 The sail is idle, ...
Not of the seething cities with their swarming human hives,Their fetid airs, their reeking streets, their dwarfed and poisoned lives,Not ...
A thin wet sky, that yellows at the rim,And meets with sun-lost lip the marsh's brim.The pools low lying, dank ...
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