Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TRAIL TO LILLOOET, by EMILY PAULINE JOHNSON Poet's Biography First Line: Sob of fall, and song of forest, come you here on haunting quest Last Line: And call across the cañon on the trail to lillooet. Alternate Author Name(s): Tekahionwake Subject(s): Fraser (river), British Columbia; Nature; Roads; Paths; Trails | ||||||||
SOB of fall, and song of forest, come you here on haunting quest, Calling through the seas and silence, from God's country of the west. Where the mountain pass is narrow, and the torrent white and strong, Down its rocky-throated canon, sings its golden-throated song. You are singing there together through the God-begotten nights, And the leaning stars are listening above the distant heights That lift like points of opal in the crescent coronet About whose golden setting sweeps the trail to Lillooet. Trail that winds and trail that wanders, like a cobweb hanging high, Just a hazy thread outlining mid-way of the stream and sky, Where the Fraser River cañon yawns its pathway to the sea, But half the world has shouldered up between its song and me. Here, the placid English August, and the sea-encircled miles, ThereGod's copper-coloured sunshine beating through the lonely aisles Where the waterfalls and forest voice for ever their duet, And call across the cañon on the trail to Lillooet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HE FINDS THE MANSION by JAMES MCMICHAEL BY DIFFERENT PATHS by MARVIN BELL DRIVING HOME by MADELINE DEFREES ART IS PARALLEL TO NATURE by CLARENCE MAJOR HIGHWAY 2, ILLINOIS by LISEL MUELLER A CRY FROM AN INDIAN WIFE by EMILY PAULINE JOHNSON |
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