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I knew that full well like a devil in hell he was hatching out, early and late, A system to bear through the frost spangled air the warm, crimson waves of his hate. I KNEW THAT FULL WELL LIKE THE DEVIL IN HELL HE WAS HATCHING OUT EARLY AND LATE A SYSTEM TO BEAR THROUGH THE FROST SPANGLED AIR THE WARM CRIMSON WAVES OF HIS HATE
ed the North. Our cabins were near; I could see, I could hear; but between us there rippled the creek; And all summer through, with a rancor that grew, he would pass me and never would speak. Then a shuddery breath like the coming of Death crept down from the peaks far away; The water was still; the twilight was chill; the sky was a tatter of gray. Swift came the Big Cold, and opal and gold the lights of the witches arose; The frost-tyrant clinched, and the valley was cinched by the stark and cadaverous snows. The trees were like lace where the star-beams could chase, each leaf was a jewel agleam. The soft white hush lapped the Northland and wrapped us round in a crystalline dream; So still I could hear quite loud in my ear the swish of the pinions of time; So bright I could see, as plain as could be, the wings of God's angels ashine. As I read in the Book I would oftentimes look to that cabin just over the creek. Ah me, it was sad and evil and bad, two neighbors who never would speak! WAS ALONE AND OVER US MENACED THE NORTH OUR CABINS WERE NEAR I COULD SEE I COULD HEAR BUT BETWEEN US THERE RIPPLED THE CREEK AND ALL SUMMER THROUGH WITH A RANCOR THAT GREW HE WOULD PASS ME AND NEVER WOULD SPEAK THEN A SHUDDERY BREATH LIKE THE COMING OF DEATH CREPT DOWN FROM THE PEAKS FAR AWAY THE WATER WAS STILL THE TWILIGHT WAS CHILL THE SKY WAS A TATTER OF GRAY SWIFT CAME THE BIG COLD AND OPAL AND GOLD THE LIGHTS OF THE WITCHES AROSE THE FROST TYRANT CLINCHED AND THE VALLEY WAS CINCHED BY THE STARK AND CADAVEROUS SNOWS THE TREES WERE LIKE LACE WHERE THE STAR BEAMS COULD CHASE EACH LEAF WAS A JEWEL AGLEAM THE SOFT WHITE HUSH LAPPED THE NORTHLAND AND WRAPPED US AROUND IN A CRYSTALLINE DREAM SO STILL I COULD HEAR QUITE LOUD IN MY EAR THE SWISH OF THE PINIONS OF TIME SO BRIGHT I COULD SEE AS PLAIN AS COULD BE THE WINGS OF GOD'S ANGELS ASHINE AS I READ IN THE BOOK I WOULD OFTENTIMES LOOK TO THE CABIN JUST OVER THE CREEK AH ME IT WAS SAD AND EVIL AND BAD TWO NEIGHBORS WHO NEVER WOULD SPEAK
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