What of the days when we two dreamed together? <br /> Days marvellously fair, <br />As lightsome as a skyward floating feather <br /> Sailing on summer air-- <br />Summer, summer, that came drifting through <br />Fate's hand to me, to you. <br /> <br />What of the days, my dear? I sometimes wonder <br /> If you too wish this sky <br />Could be the blue we sailed so softly under, <br /> In that sun-kissed July; <br />Sailed in the warm and yellow afternoon, <br />With hearts in touch and tune. <br /> <br />Have you no longing to re-live the dreaming, <br /> Adrift in my canoe? <br />To watch my paddle blade all wet and gleaming <br /> Cleaving the waters through? <br />To lie wind-blown and wave-caressed, until <br />Your restless pulse grows still? <br /> <br />Do you not long to listen to the purling <br /> Of foam athwart the keel? <br />To hear the nearing rapids softly swirling <br /> Among their stones, to feel <br />The boat's unsteady tremor as it braves <br />The wild and snarling waves? <br /> <br />What need of question, what of your replying? <br /> Oh! well I know that you <br />Would toss the world away to be but lying <br /> Again in my canoe, <br />In listless indolence entranced and lost, <br />Wave-rocked, and passion tossed. <br /> <br />Ah me! my paddle failed me in the steering <br /> Across love's shoreless seas; <br />All reckless, I had ne'er a thought of fearing <br /> Such dreary days as these, <br />When through the self-same rapids we dash by, <br />My lone canoe and I.<br /><br />Emily Pauline Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/re-voyage/
