Dead In The Sierras
His footprints have failed us, Where berries are red, And madroos are rankest, The hunter is dead! The grizzly may pass By his half-open door; May pass and repass On his path, as of yore; The panther may crouch In the leaves on his limb; May scream and may scream, It is nothing to him. Prone, bearded, and breasted Like columns of stone; And tall as a pine As a pine overthrown! His camp fires gone, What else can be done Than let him sleep on Till the light of the sun? Ay, tombless! what of it? Marble is dust, Cold and repellent; And iron is rust.
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