Allan Sullivan
The White Canoe And other Verse
Sinopsis
There's a whisper of life in the grey dead trees, And a murmuring wash on the shore, And a breath of the South in the loitering breeze, To tell that a winter is o'er. While free, at last, from its fetters of ice The river is clear and blue, And cries with a tremulous quivering voice For the launch of the White Canoe.