It is dusk on the Lost Lagoon, <br />And we two dreaming the dusk away, <br />Beneath the drift of a twilight grey, <br />Beneath the drowse of an ending day, <br />And the curve of a golden moon. <br /> <br />It is dark in the Lost Lagoon, <br />And gone are the depths of haunting blue, <br />The grouping gulls, and the old canoe, <br />The singing firs, and the dusk and--you, <br />And gone is the golden moon. <br /> <br />O! lure of the Lost Lagoon,-- <br />I dream to-night that my paddle blurs <br />The purple shade where the seaweed stirs, <br />I hear the call of the singing firs <br />In the hush of the golden moon.<br /><br />Emily Pauline Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lost-lagoon/
