The Song my Paddle Sings Analysis

1West wind, blow from your prairie nest,
2Blow from the mountains, blow from the west
3The sail is idle, the sailor too ;
4O! wind of the west, we wait for you.
5Blow, blow!
6I have wooed you so,
7But never a favour you bestow.
8You rock your cradle the hills between,
9But scorn to notice my white lateen.

10 I stow the sail, unship the mast :
11 I wooed you long but my wooing's past ;
12 My paddle will lull you into rest.
13 O! drowsy wind of the drowsy west,
14 Sleep, sleep,
15 By your mountain steep,
16 Or down where the prairie grasses sweep!
17 Now fold in slumber your laggard wings,
18 For soft is the song my paddle sings.

19 August is laughing across the sky,
20 Laughing while paddle, canoe and I,
21 Drift, drift,
22 Where the hills uplift
23 On either side of the current swift.

24 The river rolls in its rocky bed ;
25 My paddle is plying its way ahead ;
26 Dip, dip,
27 While the water flip
28 In foam as over their breast we slip.

29 And oh, the river runs swifter now ;
30 The eddies circle about my bow.
31 Swirl, swirl!
32 How the ripples curl
33 In many a dangerous pool awhirl!

34 And forward far the rapids roar,
35 Fretting their margin for evermore.
36 Dash, dash,
37 With a mighty crash,
38 They seethe, and boil, and bound, and splash.

39 Be strong, O paddle! be brave, canoe!
40 The reckless waves you must plunge into.
41 Reel, reel.
42 On your trembling keel,
43 But never a fear my craft will feel.

44 We've raced the rapid, we're far ahead!
45 The river slips through its silent bed.
46 Sway, sway,
47 As the bubbles spray
48 And fall in tinkling tunes away.

49 And up on the hills against the sky,
50 A fir tree rocking its lullaby,
51 Swings, swings,
52 Its emerald wings,
53 Swelling the song that my paddle sings.

There have been no submitted criqiques, be the first to add one below.