Canada Dreams

Was this
  the Liza
        of the book by Stowe?
She was drawn
        by the North Star's glare
And the far, unquenching Drinking Gourd.
Tipping
      from floe
             to floe she,
A shadow, fled
              From the belching moans
Of hounds.
She watched the ice grind,
                         hiss
Beneath her feet.
Against her breast the dark child stirred,
As this Liza gulped the void:
     Leaping,
          Sliding into Canaanland.   

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