Эмили Полин Джонсон (Emily Pauline Johnson)

At Crow's Nest Pass

    At Crow's Nest Pass the mountains rend
    Themselves apart, the rivers wend
        A lawless course about their feet,
        And breaking into torrents beat
    In useless fury where they blend
            At Crow's Nest Pass.

    The nesting eagle, wise, discreet,
    Wings up the gorge's lone retreat
    And makes some barren crag her friend
            At Crow's Nest Pass.

    Uncertain clouds, half-high, suspend
    Their shifting vapours, and contend
        With rocks that suffer not defeat;
        And snows, and suns, and mad winds meet
    To battle where the cliffs defend
            At Crow's Nest Pass.

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