On my Northwest coast in the midst of the night a fishermen's group stands watching, Out on the lake that expands before them, others are spearing salmon, The canoe, a dim shadowy thing, moves across the black water, Bearing a torch ablaze at the prow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CROSS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONG TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND by THOMAS CAMPBELL LAURA SLEEPING; ODE by CHARLES COTTON THE AGONY [AGONIE] by GEORGE HERBERT WHERE LIES THE LAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH HARVARD DECLARES WAR by BRENT DOW ALLINSON |