At Crow's Nest Pass the mountains rend <br />Themselves apart, the rivers wend <br /> A lawless course about their feet, <br /> And breaking into torrents beat <br />In useless fury where they blend <br /> At Crow's Nest Pass. <br /> <br />The nesting eagle, wise, discreet, <br />Wings up the gorge's lone retreat <br />And makes some barren crag her friend <br /> At Crow's Nest Pass. <br /> <br />Uncertain clouds, half-high, suspend <br />Their shifting vapours, and contend <br /> With rocks that suffer not defeat; <br /> And snows, and suns, and mad winds meet <br />To battle where the cliffs defend <br /> At Crow's Nest Pass.<br /><br />Emily Pauline Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-crow-s-nest-pass/
