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FINDING THE MYSTERIOUS CABIN
The Forest-Ranger's Honeymoon
We found an empty cabin
By a bend in the river,
In a forest of poplars, of aspens, lodge-pole pines,
In a circle of the steepest cliffs our eyes had ever known,
All of weird designs.
The narrowest, strangest valley
Our souls might hope to own,
Full of bewitching signs,
And deep as to the center of the earth
It seemed this morning
As we peeped down round the pass,
To take the reckoning,
And watch the dawn adorning
Glacial snow and grass.
By a bend in the river,
In a forest of poplars, of aspens, lodge-pole pines,
In a circle of the steepest cliffs our eyes had ever known,
All of weird designs.
The narrowest, strangest valley
Our souls might hope to own,
Full of bewitching signs,
And deep as to the center of the earth
It seemed this morning
As we peeped down round the pass,
To take the reckoning,
And watch the dawn adorning
Glacial snow and grass.
Here in the empty cabin, we found our heart's delight,
And whispered plans to make the world all rhyme;
And whispered plans to find the golden heart of this strange time;
And planned deep deeds in this deep place
Throughout the forest night.
And whispered plans to make the world all rhyme;
And whispered plans to find the golden heart of this strange time;
And planned deep deeds in this deep place
Throughout the forest night.
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