The Song My Paddle Sings by Emily Pauline Johnson (excerpt) West wind, blow from your prairie nest, Blow from the mountains, blow from the west. The sail is idle, the sailor too; O wind of the west, we wait for you! Blow, blow, I have wooed you so, But never a favour you bestow. You rock your cradle the hills between, But scorn to notice my white lateen.1 I stow the sail, unship the mast; I wooed you long but my wooing's past; My paddle will lull you into rest. O drowsy wind of the drowsy west, Sleep, Sleep, By your mountain steep, Or down where the prairie grasses sweep! Now fold in slumber your laggard wings, For soft is the song my paddle sings. August is laughing across the sky, Laughing while paddle, canoe and I, Drift, drift, Where the hills uplift On either side of the current swift. The river rolls in its rocky bed; My paddle is plying its way ahead; Dip, dip, While the waters flip In foam as over their breast we slip. And oh, the river runs swifter now, The eddies circle about my bow! Swirl, swirl! How the ripples curl In many a dangerous pool awhirl! And forward far the rapids roar, Fretting their margin for evermore. Dash, dash, With a mighty crash, They seethe, and boil, and bound, and splash. Be strong, O paddle! be brave, canoe! The reckless waves you must plunge into. Reel, reel, On your trembling keel,— But never a fear my craft will feel. 1. a sail Select the correct answer from the drop-down menu. Complete the sentence about the speaker's voice in "The Song My Paddle Sings." The speaker's voice can be described as that of a Philosophical scientist a Participant observer a Ruthless intruder an all-knowing being