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Excerpt from A Home Idyl: And Other Poems
A Home Idyl.
I.
Over the valley the storm-clouds blow,
Dark and low;
The wild air whitens with flying snow.
Through the timber two lovers ride,
Side by side,
Wrapped in a shaggy buffalo-hide.
The winter has paved for their sleigh a track
Over the back
Of the river rolling deep and black.
Encircled by trees which the axe has spared,
In a bared
White space by the bank is their home prepared.
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