Poem The lifting of the mist by pauline Johnson?

Answer 1

ALL the long day the vapours played

At blindfold in the city streets,

Their elfin fingers caught and stayed

The sunbeams, as they wound their sheets

Into a filmy barricade

'Twixt earth and where the sunlight beats.

A vagrant band of mischiefs these,

With wings of grey and cobweb gown;

They live along the edge of seas,

And creeping out on foot of down,

They chase and frolic, frisk and tease

At blind-man's buff with all the town.

And when at eventide the sun

Breaks with a glory through their grey,

The vapour-fairies, one by one,

Outspread their wings and float away

In clouds of colouring, that run

Wine-like along the rim of day.

Athwart the beauty and the breast

Of purpling airs they twirl and twist,

Then float away to some far rest,

Leaving the skies all colour-kiss't

A glorious and a golden West

That greets the Lifting of the Mist.

ALL the long day the vapours played

At blindfold in the city streets,

Their elfin fingers caught and stayed

The sunbeams, as they wound their sheets

Into a filmy barricade

'Twixt earth and where the sunlight beats.

A vagrant band of mischiefs these,

With wings of grey and cobweb gown;

They live along the edge of seas,

And creeping out on foot of down,

They chase and frolic, frisk and tease

At blind-man's buff with all the town.

And when at eventide the sun

Breaks with a glory through their grey,

The vapour-fairies, one by one,

Outspread their wings and float away

In clouds of colouring, that run

Wine-like along the rim of day.

Athwart the beauty and the breast

Of purpling airs they twirl and twist,

Then float away to some far rest,

Leaving the skies all colour-kiss't

A glorious and a golden West

That greets the Lifting of the Mist.