Lost Lagoon
And we two dreaming the dusk away,
Beneath the drift of a twilight grey,
Beneath the drowse of an ending day,
And the curve of a golden moon.
It is dark in the Lost Lagoon,
And gone are the depths of haunting blue,
The grouping gulls, and the old canoe,
The singing firs, and the dusk and--you,
And gone is the golden moon.
O! lure of the Lost Lagoon,--
I dream to-night that my paddle blurs
The purple shade where the seaweed stirs,
I hear the call of the singing firs
In the hush of the golden moon.
One must see for me is Lost Lagoon an artificial
pond near the entrance to Stanley Park. It is a
good place to see ducks and of course the
famous Mute Swans. I once heard a park
ground keeper interviewed on radio, who said when
he was told the swans were killing Canadian Geese
he replied yes isn't it great, not apparently
a popular answer, however they were peaceful while
I was there and there were no nesting geese there.
It is a great place for herons.
"I have looked upon those
brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All's changed since I, hearing
at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings
above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.
Unwearied still, lover by
lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb
the air;
Their hearts have not grown
old;
Passion or conquest, wander
where they will,
Attend upon them still.
But now they drift on the
still water,
Mysterious,
beautiful;
Among what rushes will they
build,
By what lake's edge or pool
Delight men's eyes when I
awake some day
To find they have flown away?
from The Wild Swans of Coole
W.B. Yeats
