Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон)

Guard of the Eastern Gate

    Halifax sits on her hills by the sea
        In the might of her pride, -
    Invincible, terrible, beautiful, she
        With a sword at her side.

    To right and to left of her, battlements rear
        And fortresses frown;
    While she sits on her throne without favour or fear
        With her cannon as crown.

    Coast guard and sentinel, watch of the weal
        Of a nation she keeps;
    But her hand is encased in a gauntlet of steel,
        And her thunder but sleeps.

1. The Indian Corn Planter
2. Re-Voyage
3. At Half-Mast
4. The Idlers
5. Overlooked

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1524

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