O ship incoming from the sea <br />With all your cloudy tower of sail, <br />Dashing the water to the lee, <br />And leaning grandly to the gale, <br /> <br />The sunset pageant in the west <br />Has filled your canvas curves with rose, <br />And jeweled every toppling crest <br />That crashes into silver snows! <br /> <br />You know the joy of coming home, <br />After long leagues to France or Spain <br />You feel the clear Canadian foam <br />And the gulf water heave again. <br /> <br />Between these somber purple hills <br />That cool the sunset's molten bars, <br />You will go on as the wind wills, <br />Beneath the river's roof of stars. <br /> <br />You will toss onward toward the lights <br />That spangle over the lonely pier, <br />By hamlets glimmering on the heights, <br />By level islands black and clear. <br /> <br />You will go on beyond the tide, <br />Through brimming plains of olive sedge, <br />Through paler shadows light and wide, <br />The rapids piled along the ledge. <br /> <br />At evening off some reedy bay <br />You will swing slowly on your chain, <br />And catch the scent of dewy hay, <br />Soft blowing from the pleasant plain.<br /><br />Duncan Campbell Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/off-riviere-du-loup/
