CHOCORUA'S TENANTS 
THE CROW 
N the days of rushing waters, 
Days when sunbeams pierce the 
snow-banks, 
Days when maple sap is moving, 
Days when on the lake's broad surface 
Dark and spongy grows the ice-field, 
From his range beside the ocean. 
Longing glances towards the mountains 
Darts the crow with thoughts of nesting. 
High and higher climbs the Sun king, 
Hurling burning darts before him 
Into dark and frozen valleys, 
Into cold and silent forests. 
Then the crow on Scarborough marshes 
