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Emily Pauline Johnson - Thistle-down

2014-11-07 11 Dailymotion

Beyond a ridge of pine with russet tips <br />The west lifts to the sun her longing lips, <br /> <br />Her blushes stain with gold and garnet dye <br />The shore, the river and the wide far sky; <br /> <br />Like floods of wine the waters filter through <br />The reeds that brush our indolent canoe. <br /> <br />I beach the bow where sands in shadows lie; <br />You hold my hand a space, then speak good-bye. <br /> <br />Upwinds your pathway through the yellow plumes <br />Of goldenrod, profuse in August blooms, <br /> <br />And o'er its tossing sprays you toss a kiss; <br />A moment more, and I see only this-- <br /> <br />The idle paddle you so lately held, <br />The empty bow your pliant wrist propelled, <br /> <br />Some thistles purpling into violet, <br />Their blossoms with a thousand thorns afret, <br /> <br />And like a cobweb, shadowy and grey, <br />Far floats their down--far drifts my dream away.<br /><br />Emily Pauline Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thistle-down/

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