HIGH-SHOULDERED and ruddy and sturdy, Like droves of pre-Adamite monsters, The vast mounded rocks of red basalt Lie basking round Nipigon's waters; And still lies the lake, as if fearing To trouble their centuried slumber; And heavy o'er lake and in heaven A dim veil of smoke tells of forests Ablaze in the far lonely Northland: And over us, blood-red and sullen, The sun shines on gray-shrouded islands, And under us, blood-red and sullen The sun in the dark umber water Looks up at the gray, murky heaven, While one lonely loon on the water Is wailing his mate, and beside us Two shaggy-haired Chippewa children In silence watch sadly the white man. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO ETHIOPIA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE LAST CHANTEY by RUDYARD KIPLING OPPORTUNITY by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL INSCRIPTIONS: 2. FOR A STATUE OF CHAUCER AT WOODSTOCK by MARK AKENSIDE LUCERNE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES MELANCHOLY'S DESCRIPTION OF HER DWELLING by MARGARET LUCAS CAVENDISH |