AT
MURRAY BAY
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CURLING
OFF the points and shallows
Tides
turn out and stream away,
Winning all the willing water
From
the shoals of Murray Bay.
Flushed with pink and meshed with silver
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Wide
the beaches lie unfurled,
Where the Murray strives to sweeten
All
the oceans of the world.
Far and faintly far to southward
Like
a hamlet dim of dreams,
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White
the line of Kamouraska
In
the mirage floats and gleams.
Where the orient waters wander
Ebbing
slowing with the light,
Burning deep with purple shadows
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| Cap
à l’Aigle fronts the night.
Night that calmly moving onward
Fresh
with breezes from the sea,
Pacing up the river floorways
Kindles
lights at St. Denis.
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Fills the land with slumber shadows,
While
for her imperial rest
Venus sinks in languid splendour
Down
her caverns in the west.
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