Theodore H Rand

At Minas Basin and Other Poems Theodore H Rand

About the buried feet of Blomidon, Red-breasted sphinx with crown of grey and green, The tides of Minas swirl, -their veilëd queen Fleet-oared from far by galleys of the sun. The tidal breeze blows its divinest gale! The blue air winks with life like beaded wine!- Storied of Glooscap, of Evangeline- Each to the setting sun this sea did sail. Opulent day has poured its living gold Till all the west is belt with crimson bars, Now darkness lights its silver moon and stars, - The festal beauty of the world new-old. Facing the dawn, in vigil that ne'er sleeps, The sphinx the secret of the Basin keeps.