At Minas Basin and Other Poems — Annapolis Basin

ANNAPOLIS BASIN.

The full-fed crystal streams from east and west And south, thy rich-wrought cup filled to the brim, Till where the northern star soft gilds the rim, Thy waters, called, o'erbroke at love's behest.

O to have seen thy cataract's white breast, Rifted with ruth through the lone centuries dim, For toiling Fundy's wooing tide--for him To blend thy sylvan calm with world unrest!

Far floods thy bridal brought, fair lake, brave sea!

And late, the wingëd ships--Champlain, De Monts, With Poutrincourt, and sequent games of war.

Thy marge, now crowned with peaceful husbandry, And set with England's rose where bloomed _fleur d'or_, Still croons all day love's wedded tidal song.