The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse
UnswervedPeter MacLaren MacDonald (18681960)
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Through em’rald meadow and bird-haunted lea;
Down, down it ever floweth,—
Or north or south wind bloweth,—
Down to the calling sea.
It ever riseth from each pleasant pool,
And onward, seaward goeth,—
Or east or west wind bloweth,—
On to the wooing sea.
And turn the trembling surface-flood away.
But well the old stream knoweth,
In spite of wind it goeth—
All to the waiting sea.