The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse
When Dora DiedAmos Henry Chandler (18371880)
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Fundy’s mists are sweeping
Up the stricken vale of Westmoreland;
Weary, weary,
Is my heart, and weeping,
While the cold waves dash upon the strand.
Is the land with sorrow,
In loud wailing roars the angry sea;
Stillèd, stillèd,
Will they be to-morrow,
Summer notes, and murmurs on the lea.
Blent with autumn mists, lie
Eve’s dark shadows upon the hills away;
Boldly, boldly,
Like a giant sentry,
Chapeau Dieu keeps vigil o’er the bay.
While the world is waking,
Down to dream on what was gone before;
Pray ye, pray ye,
Lest my heart be breaking,
God, to bring her to my side once more.