Classic Poem

Dream of the golden day, wild wings a-flying,
Voices from far away, faint echoes dying;
Gleam of the waters bright
Jewelled with islands,
Glow of the mystic light
Flaming the highlands;
Wigwam and caribou,
Paddle and birch canoe
And twilight hour with you,
Evangeline.

Birds of the morn sail by, their song-hearts bursting,
So too my soul would fly, for beauty thirsting.
For nature's touch I yearn,
The springing fountain,
The marsh-reed and the fern,
The shining mountain,
Where banishment of care
Makes every breath a prayer,
And ever thou art there,
Evangeline.

Airily down the dark, music comes streaming,
And drifting in my bark, ecstasies dreaming,
There comes to me again
From early childhood
A sweetly weird refrain
Out of the wildwood.
Deep in their own deep sky
The clear-eyed stars sail by
While we our paddles ply,