I <br /> <br />What dream you in the night-time <br />When you whisper to the moon? <br />What say you in the morning? <br />What do you sing at noon? <br />When I hear your voice uplifting, <br />Like a breeze through branches sifting, <br />And your ripples softly drifting <br />To the August airs a-tune. <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />Lend me your happy laughter, <br />Ste. Marie, as you leap; <br />Your peace that follows after <br />Where through the isles you creep. <br />Give to me your splendid dashing, <br />Give your sparkles and your splashing, <br />Your uphurling waves down crashing, <br />Then, your aftermath of sleep.<br /><br />Emily Pauline Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-leaps-the-ste-marie-2/
