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THE BREATH OF THE WIND
The Forest-Ranger's Honeymoon
The winds that come across the pass to-night
While I watch the fire, hour after hour,
Come from the west, speak of the western sky
That changed from rose to gray,
And gray to rainbow butterfly
And to carnation flower.
All those strange colors change now to strange sounds;
In winds the twilight speaks the whole night through,
And so I heap new logs upon the fire,
And think, my sleeping sweetheart, still, of you.
While I watch the fire, hour after hour,
Come from the west, speak of the western sky
That changed from rose to gray,
And gray to rainbow butterfly
And to carnation flower.
All those strange colors change now to strange sounds;
In winds the twilight speaks the whole night through,
And so I heap new logs upon the fire,
And think, my sleeping sweetheart, still, of you.
Hid there beneath the fir-bough shelter, built
By our own hands at sunset,
Now a dark and darling mystery,
With deeper mysteries to keep.
I hear your breath, oh, sleeping sweetheart,
As you stir in sleep.
So the dark transcends both time and death—
Your whispered breathing is immortal breath.
By our own hands at sunset,
Now a dark and darling mystery,
With deeper mysteries to keep.
I hear your breath, oh, sleeping sweetheart,
As you stir in sleep.
So the dark transcends both time and death—
Your whispered breathing is immortal breath.
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