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Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон)

My English Letter

    When each white moon, her lantern idly swinging,
        Comes out to join the star night-watching band,
    Across the grey-green sea, a ship is bringing
        For me a letter, from the Motherland.

    Naught would I care to live in quaint old Britain,
        These wilder shores are dearer far to me,
    Yet when I read the words that hand has written,
        The parent sod more precious seems to be.

    Within that folded note I catch the savour
        Of climes that make the Motherland so fair,
    Although I never knew the blessed favour
        That surely lies in breathing English air.

    Imagination's brush before me fleeing,
        Paints English pictures, though my longing eyes
    Have never known the blessedness of seeing
        The blue that lines the arch of English skies.

    And yet my letter brings the scenes I covet,
        Framed in the salt sea winds, aye more in dreams
    I almost see the face that bent above it,
        I almost touch that hand, so near it seems.

    Near, for the very grey-green sea that dashes
        'Round these Canadian coasts, rolls out once more
    To Eastward, and the same Atlantic splashes
        Her wild white spray on England's distant shore.

    Near, for the same young moon so idly swinging
        Her threadlike crescent bends the selfsame smile
    On that old land from whence a ship is bringing
        My message from the transatlantic Isle.

    Thus loves my heart that far old country better,
        Because of those dear words that always come,
    With love enfolded in each English letter
        That drifts into my sun-kissed Western home.

Emily Pauline Johnson's other poems:
  1. The Vagabonds
  2. The King's Consort
  3. The Train Dogs
  4. When George Was King
  5. The Trail to Lillooet

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