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Oh, the tundra sponge it was golden brown, and some was a bright blood red; And the reindeer moss gleamed here and there like the tombstones of the dead. OH THE TUNDROUS BUNCH IT WAS GOLDEN BROWN AND SOME WAS BRIGHT BLOOD RED AND THE REINDEER MOSS GLEAMED HERE AND THERE LIKE THE TOMBSTONES OF THE DEAD
ttle lone moose trail, and we knew it for our own. By muskeg hollow and nigger-head it wandered endlessly; Sorry of heart and sore of foot, weary men were we. The short-lived sun had a leaden glare and the darkness came too soon, And stationed there with a solemn stare was the pinched, anaemic moon. Silence and silvern solitude till it made you dumbly shrink, And you thought to hear with an outward ear the things you thought to think. Oh, it was wild and weird and wan, and ever in camp o' nights We would watch and watch the silver dance of the mystic Northern Lights. And soft they danced from the Polar sky and swept in primrose haze; And swift they pranced with their silver feet, and pierced with a blinding blaze. They danced a cotillion in the sky; they were rose and silver shod; It was not good for the eyes of man--'twas a sight for the eyes of God. It made us mad and strange and sad, and the gold whereof we dreamed Was all forgot, and our only thought was of the lights that gleamed. ONE AND THERE WAS THE LITTLE LONE MOOSE TRAIL AND WE KNEW IT FOR OUR OWN BY MUSKEG HOLLOW AND NIGGERHEAD IT WANDERED ENDLESSLY SORRY OF HEART AND SORE OF FEET WEARY MEN WERE WE THE SHORT LIVED SUN HAD A LEADEN GLARE AND THE DARKNESS CAME TOO SOON AND STATIONED THERE WITH A SOLEMN STARE WAS THE PINCHED ANEMIC MOON SILENCE AND SILVERN SOLITUDE TILL IT MADE YOU DUMBLY SHRINK AND YOU THOUGHT TO HEAR WITH AN OUTWARD EAR THE THINGS YOU THOUGHT TO THINK OH IT WAS WILD AND WEIRD AND WAN AND EVER IN CAMP O NIGHTS WE WOULD WATCH AND WATCH THE SILVER DANCE OF THE MYSTIC NORTHERN LIGHTS AND SOFT THEY DANCED FROM THE POLAR SKY AND SWEPT IN PRIMROSE HAZE AND SWIFT THEY PRANCED WITH THEIR SILVER FEET AND PIERCED WITH A BLINDING BLAZE THEY DANCED A COURTILLION IN THE SKY THEY WERE ROSE AND SILVER SHOD IT WAS NOT MEANT FOR THE EYES OF MAN TWAS A SIGHT FOR THE EYES OF GOD IT MADE US MAD AND STRANGE AND SAD AND THE GOLD WHEREOF WE DREAMED WAS ALL FORGOT AND OUR ONLY THOUGHT WAS OF THE LIGHTS THAT GLEAMED
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