Prairie
Where yesterday rolled long waves of gold Beneath the burnished blue of the sky, A silver-white sea lies still and cold, And a bitter wind blows by. But nothing passes the door all day, Though my watching eyes grow worn and dim, Save a lean, grey wolf that swings away To the far horizon rim. Then, one by one, the stars glisten out Like frozen tears on a purple pall - The darkness folds my cabin about And the snow begins to fall. I will make a hearth-fire red and bright And set a light by the window pane For one who follows the trail to-night That will bring him home again. Love will ride with him my heart to bless - Joy will out-step him across the floor - What matters the great white loneliness When we bar the cabin door?
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"Where yesterday rolled long waves of gold..."
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