Off the Isle aux Coudres (Poem by Duncan Campbell Scott)

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Off the Isle aux Coudres
By Duncan Campbell Scott

The moon, Capella, and the Pleiades
    Silver the river’s grey uncertain floor;
    Only a heron haunts the grassy shore;
A fox barks sharply in the cedar trees;
Then comes the lift and lull of plangent seas,
    Swaying the light marish grasses more and more
    Until they float, and the slow tide brims o’er,
And then a rivulet runs along the breeze.

O night! thou art so beautiful, so strange, so sad;
    I feel that sense of scope and ancientness,
Of all the mighty empires thou hast had
    Dreaming of power beneath thy palace dome,
Of how thou art untouched by their distress,
    Supreme above this dreaming land, my home.

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