My english letter

Emily Pauline Johnson 1861 – 1913

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.

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Emily Pauline Johnson

Emily Pauline Johnson Tekahionwake commonly known as E Pauline Johnson or just Pauline Johnson was a Canadian writer and performer popular in the late 19th century Pauline Johnson was notable for her poems and performances that celebrated her aboriginal heritage One such poem is the frequently anthologized The Song My Paddle Sings Her poetry was published in Canada the United States and Great Britain Johnson was one of a generation of widely read writers who began to define a Canadian national literature more…

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