Torch The

 ON my northwest coast in the midst of the night, a fishermen’s group stands watching;

Out on the lake, that expands before them, others are spearing salmon; 
The canoe, a dim shadowy thing, moves across the black water, 
Bearing a Torch a-blaze at the prow.

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