A trail upwinds from Golden; <br />It leads to a land God only knows, <br />To the land of eternal frozen snows, <br />That trail unknown and olden. <br /> <br />And they tell a tale that is strange and wild-- <br />Of a lovely and lonely mountain child <br />That went up the trail from Golden. <br /> <br />A child in the sweet of her womanhood, <br />Beautiful, tender, grave and good <br />As the saints in time long olden. <br /> <br />And the days count not, nor the weeks avail; <br />For the child that went up the mountain trail <br />Came never again to Golden. <br /> <br />And the watchers wept in the midnight gloom, <br />Where the canyons yawn and the Selkirks loom, <br />For the love that they knew of olden. <br /> <br />And April dawned, with its suns aflame, <br />And the eagles wheeled and the vultures came <br />And poised o'er the town of Golden. <br /> <br />God of the white eternal peaks, <br />Guard the dead while the vulture seeks!-- <br />God of the days so olden. <br /> <br />For only God in His greatness knows <br />Where the mountain holly above her grows, <br />On the trail that leads from Golden.<br /><br />Emily Pauline Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/golden-of-the-selkirks/
