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THE FOG COMES AND GOES
The Forest-Ranger's Honeymoon
In the valley of ten thousand flowersThe fog came down, we built a fire
That wiped out fog and dark and rain,
And gave a golden glory to desire.
And there, on a bed of deep pine-boughs
We gloried, and told tales of old.
Strange beasts were rustling in the bush—
We feared not, for one night were bold.
We dragged great logs from the mist's edge.
We built that fire to the great sky,
And midnight saw the great fog lift,
Clear stars and mountains fill the world,
While on that fir-bough bed,
Like mountain-lions in their cave we curled,
Two lovers, conquerors of the fog,
Sheltered by ten great fire-logs,
And conquerors of the world.
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