St. Lawrence and the Saguenay, The - Part 47
When the winds commune with the tell-tale limbs,
And many-voiced leaves. That is S T . P IERRE ,
Where the tall poplars — which the night bedims,
Lift their sharp outlines through the solemn air.
Past these white cottages to L'A VENIR ,
Another site of beauty. Lovelier yet
The P LATEAU , slumbering in the foliage there;
And gay C AP S AINTE , like a Wild Love, beset
With wooers, bringing gems to deck her coronet.
And many-voiced leaves. That is S T . P IERRE ,
Where the tall poplars — which the night bedims,
Lift their sharp outlines through the solemn air.
Past these white cottages to L'A VENIR ,
Another site of beauty. Lovelier yet
The P LATEAU , slumbering in the foliage there;
And gay C AP S AINTE , like a Wild Love, beset
With wooers, bringing gems to deck her coronet.
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