{"id":126,"date":"2021-04-01T10:46:18","date_gmt":"2021-04-01T14:46:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.ryerson.ca\/flintandfeather\/?post_type=chapter&#038;p=126"},"modified":"2022-02-04T09:31:34","modified_gmt":"2022-02-04T14:31:34","slug":"wave-won","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/flintandfeather\/chapter\/wave-won\/","title":{"raw":"Wave-Won","rendered":"Wave-Won"},"content":{"raw":"To-night I hunger so,\r\nBeloved one, to know\r\nIf you recall and crave again the dream\r\nThat haunted our canoe,\r\nAnd wove its witchcraft through\r\nOur hearts as \u2018neath the northern night we sailed the northern stream.\r\n\r\nAh! dear, if only we\r\nAs yesternight could be\r\nAfloat within that light and lonely shell,\r\nTo drift in silence till\r\nHeart-hushed, and lulled and still\r\nThe moonlight through the melting air flung forth its fatal spell.\r\n\r\nThe dusky summer night,\r\nThe path of gold and white\r\nThe moon had cast across the river\u2019s breast,\r\nThe shores in shadows clad,\r\nThe far-away, half-sad\r\nSweet singing of the whip-poor-will, all soothed our souls to rest.\r\n\r\nYou trusted I could feel\r\nMy arm as strong as steel,\r\nSo still your upturned face, so calm your breath,\r\nWhile circling eddies curled,\r\nWhile laughing rapids whirled\r\nFrom boulder unto boulder, till they dashed themselves to death.\r\n\r\nYour splendid eyes aflame\r\nPut heaven\u2019s stars to shame,\r\nYour god-like head so near my lap was laid\u2014\r\nMy hand is burning where\r\nIt touched your wind-blown hair,\r\nAs sweeping to the rapids verge, I changed my paddle blade.\r\n\r\nThe boat obeyed my hand,\r\nTill wearied with its grand\r\nWild anger, all the river lay aswoon,\r\nAnd as my paddle dipped,\r\nThro\u2019 pools of pearl it slipped\r\nAnd swept beneath a shore of shade, beneath a velvet moon.\r\n\r\nTo-night, again dream you\r\nOur spirit-winged canoe\r\nIs listening to the rapids purling past?\r\nWhere, in delirium reeled\r\nOur maddened hearts that kneeled\r\nTo idolize the perfect world, to taste of love at last.","rendered":"<p>To-night I hunger so,<br \/>\nBeloved one, to know<br \/>\nIf you recall and crave again the dream<br \/>\nThat haunted our canoe,<br \/>\nAnd wove its witchcraft through<br \/>\nOur hearts as \u2018neath the northern night we sailed the northern stream.<\/p>\n<p>Ah! dear, if only we<br \/>\nAs yesternight could be<br \/>\nAfloat within that light and lonely shell,<br \/>\nTo drift in silence till<br \/>\nHeart-hushed, and lulled and still<br \/>\nThe moonlight through the melting air flung forth its fatal spell.<\/p>\n<p>The dusky summer night,<br \/>\nThe path of gold and white<br \/>\nThe moon had cast across the river\u2019s breast,<br \/>\nThe shores in shadows clad,<br \/>\nThe far-away, half-sad<br \/>\nSweet singing of the whip-poor-will, all soothed our souls to rest.<\/p>\n<p>You trusted I could feel<br \/>\nMy arm as strong as steel,<br \/>\nSo still your upturned face, so calm your breath,<br \/>\nWhile circling eddies curled,<br \/>\nWhile laughing rapids whirled<br \/>\nFrom boulder unto boulder, till they dashed themselves to death.<\/p>\n<p>Your splendid eyes aflame<br \/>\nPut heaven\u2019s stars to shame,<br \/>\nYour god-like head so near my lap was laid\u2014<br \/>\nMy hand is burning where<br \/>\nIt touched your wind-blown hair,<br \/>\nAs sweeping to the rapids verge, I changed my paddle blade.<\/p>\n<p>The boat obeyed my hand,<br \/>\nTill wearied with its grand<br \/>\nWild anger, all the river lay aswoon,<br \/>\nAnd as my paddle dipped,<br \/>\nThro\u2019 pools of pearl it slipped<br \/>\nAnd swept beneath a shore of shade, beneath a velvet moon.<\/p>\n<p>To-night, again dream you<br \/>\nOur spirit-winged canoe<br \/>\nIs listening to the rapids purling past?<br \/>\nWhere, in delirium reeled<br \/>\nOur maddened hearts that kneeled<br \/>\nTo idolize the perfect world, to taste of love at last.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":251,"menu_order":32,"template":"","meta":{"pb_show_title":"on","pb_short_title":"","pb_subtitle":"","pb_authors":[],"pb_section_license":""},"chapter-type":[48],"contributor":[],"license":[],"class_list":["post-126","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry","chapter-type-numberless"],"part":3,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/flintandfeather\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/126","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/flintandfeather\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/flintandfeather\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/flintandfeather\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/251"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/flintandfeather\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/126\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":127,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/flintandfeather\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/126\/revisions\/127"}],"part":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/flintandfeather\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/parts\/3"}],"metadata":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/flintandfeather\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/126\/metadata\/"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/flintandfeather\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=126"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"chapter-type","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/flintandfeather\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapter-type?post=126"},{"taxonomy":"contributor","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/flintandfeather\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/contributor?post=126"},{"taxonomy":"license","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/flintandfeather\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/license?post=126"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}