Emily Pauline Johnson

Where Leaps the Ste. Marie

    I

    What dream you in the night-time
        When you whisper to the moon?
    What say you in the morning?
        What do you sing at noon?
    When I hear your voice uplifting,
    Like a breeze through branches sifting,
    And your ripples softly drifting
        To the August airs a-tune.

    II

    Lend me your happy laughter,
        Ste. Marie, as you leap;
    Your peace that follows after
        Where through the isles you creep.
    Give to me your splendid dashing,
    Give your sparkles and your splashing,
    Your uphurling waves down crashing,
        Then, your aftermath of sleep.