Far in the grim Northwest beyond the lines <br /> That turn the rivers eastward to the sea, <br /> Set with a thousand islands, crowned with pines, <br /> Lies the deep water, wild Temagami: <br /> Wild for the hunter's roving, and the use <br /> Of trappers in its dark and trackless vales, <br /> Wild with the trampling of the giant moose, <br /> And the weird magic of old Indian tales. <br /> All day with steady paddles toward the west <br /> Our heavy-laden long canoe we pressed: <br /> All day we saw the thunder-travelled sky <br /> Purpled with storm in many a trailing tress, <br /> And saw at eve the broken sunset die <br /> In crimson on the silent wilderness.<br /><br />Archibald Lampman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/temagami/
