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I am the one who loved her as my life	A
Had watched her grow to sweet young womanhood	B
Won the dear privilege to call her wife	A
And found the world because of her was good	B
I am the one who heard the spirit voice	C
Of which the paleface settlers love to tell	D
From whose strange story they have made their choice	C
Of naming this fair valley the Qu'Appelle	D
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She had said fondly in my eager ear	E
When Indian summer smiles with dusky lip	F
Come to the lakes I will be first to hear	E
The welcome music of thy paddle dip	F
I will be first to lay in thine my hand	G
To whisper words of greeting on the shore	H
And when thou would'st return to thine own land	G
I'll go with thee thy wife for evermore	H
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Not yet a leaf had fallen not a tone	I
Of frost upon the plain ere I set forth	J
Impatient to possess her as my own	I
This queen of all the women of the North	J
I rested not at even or at dawn	K
But journeyed all the dark and daylight through	L
Until I reached the Lakes and hurrying on	M
I launched upon their bosom my canoe	L
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Of sleep or hunger then I took no heed	N
But hastened o'er their leagues of waterways	O
But my hot heart outstripped my paddle's speed	N
And waited not for distance or for days	O
But flew before me swifter than the blade	P
Of magic paddle ever cleaved the Lake	Q
Eager to lay its love before the maid	P
And watch the lovelight in her eyes awake	Q
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So the long days went slowly drifting past	R
It seemed that half my life must intervene	S
Before the morrow when I said at last	R
One more day's journey and I win my queen	S
I rested then and drifting dreamed the more	H
Of all the happiness I was to claim	T
When suddenly from out the shadowed shore	H
I heard a voice speak tenderly my name	T
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Who calls I answered no reply and long	U
I stilled my paddle blade and listened Then	V
Above the night wind's melancholy song	U
I heard distinctly that strange voice again	V
A woman's voice that through the twilight came	T
Like to a soul unborn a song unsung	W
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I leaned and listened yes she spoke my name	T
And then I answered in the quaint French tongue	W
Qu'Appelle Qu'Appelle No answer and the night	X
Seemed stiller for the sound till round me fell	D
The far off echoes from the far off height	X
Qu'Appelle my voice came back Qu'Appelle Qu'Appelle	D
This and no more I called aloud until	D
I shuddered as the gloom of night increased	Y
And like a pallid spectre wan and chill	D
The moon arose in silence in the east	Y
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I dare not linger on the moment when	V
My boat I beached beside her tepee door	H
I heard the wail of women and of men	V
I saw the death fires lighted on the shore	H
No language tells the torture or the pain	Z
The bitterness that flooded all my life	A
When I was led to look on her again	V
That queen of women pledged to be my wife	A
To look upon the beauty of her face	A2
The still closed eyes the lips that knew no breath	B2
To look to learn to realize my place	A2
Had been usurped by my one rival Death	B2
A storm of wrecking sorrow beat and broke	C2
About my heart and life shut out its light	X
Till through my anguish some one gently spoke	C2
And said Twice did she call for thee last night	X
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I started up and bending o'er my dead	D2
Asked when did her sweet lips in silence close	E2
She called thy name then passed away they said	D2
Just on the hour whereat the moon arose	F2
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Among the lonely Lakes I go no more	H
For she who made their beauty is not there	G2
The paleface rears his tepee on the shore	H
And says the vale is fairest of the fair	G2
Full many years have vanished since but still	D
The voyageurs beside the campfire tell	D
How when the moonrise tips the distant hill	D
They hear strange voices through the silence swell	D
The paleface loves the haunted lakes they say	H2
And journeys far to watch their beauty spread	D2
Before his vision but to me the day	H2
The night the hour the seasons are all dead	D2
I listen heartsick while the hunters tell	D
Why white men named the valley The Qu'Appelle	D

Emily Pauline Johnson

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