The purity the palette <br />The budding the gain <br />The green of a forest in spring <br /> <br />The depth the demise <br />The gleam the glint <br />The measure of white water that runs <br /> <br />The fowl the mite <br />The flight the bite <br />The spell of a midsummer’s lid <br /> <br />The vision the view <br />The tone the tag <br />The blaze of each entire day <br /> <br />The feel the fret <br />The desire the dreams <br />The assurance of profound moonlight <br /> <br />From the known to the unknown <br />To the future from the past <br />The joy of my journey within<br /><br />William Cavanagh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/algonquin-canada/
