Archibald Lampman - On Lake Temiscamingue lyrics

A single dreary elm, that stands between The sombre forest and the wan-lit lake, Halves with its slim gray stem and pendent green The shadowed point. Beyond it without break Bold brows of pine-topped granite bend away, Far to the southward, fading off in grand Soft folds of looming purple. Cool and gray, The point runs out, a blade of thinnest sand. Two rivers meet beyond it: wild and clear, Their deepening thunder breaks upon the ear- The one descending from its forest home By many an eddied pool and murmuring fall- The other cloven through the mountain wall, A race of tumbled rocks, a road of foam.