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They rolled around with a soundless sound like softly bruised silk; They poured into the bowl of the sky with the gentle flow of milk. THEY ROLLED AROUND WITH A SOUNDLESS SOUND LIKE SOFTLY BRUISED SILK THEY POURED INTO THE BOWL OF THE SKY WITH THE GENTLE FLOW OF MILK
d a crazy fit, and he got to talking queer. He talked of his home in Oregon and the peach trees all in bloom, And the fern head-high, and the topaz sky, and the forest's scented gloom. He talked of the sins of his misspent life, and then he seemed to brood, And I watched him there like a fox a hare, for I knew it was not good. And sure enough in the dim dawn-light I missed him from the tent, And a fresh trail broke through the crusted snow, and I knew not where it went. But I followed it o'er the seamless waste, and I found him at shut of day, Naked there as a new-born babe--so I left him where he lay. Day after day was sinister, and I fought fierce-eyed despair, And I clung to life, and I struggled on, I knew not why nor where. I packed my grub in short relays, and I cowered down in my tent, And the world around was purged of sound like a frozen continent. Day after day was dark as death, but ever and ever at nights, With a brilliancy that grew and grew, blazed up the Northern Lights. ND DREAR WHEN THE SAILOR'S SWEDE HAD A CRAZY FIT AND HE GOT TO TALKING QUEER HE TALKED OF HIS HOME IN OREGON AND THE PEACH TREES ALL IN BLOOM AND THE FERN HEAD HIGH AND THE TOPAZ SKY AND THE FOREST SENT IT GLOOM HE TALKED OF THE SINS OF HIS MISSPENT LIFE AND THEN HE SEEMED TO BROOD AND I WATCHED HIM THERE LIKE A FOX A HARE FOR I KNEW IT WAS NOT GOOD AND SURE ENOUGH IN THE DIM DAWN LIGHT I MISSED HIM FROM THE TENT AND A FRESH TRAIL BROKE THROUGH THE CRESTED SNOW AND I KNEW NOT WHERE IT WENT BUT I FOLLOWED IT O'ER THE SEAMLESS WASTE AND I FOUND HIM AT SHUT OF DAY NAKED THERE AS A NEW BORN BABE SO I LEFT HIM WHERE HE LAY DAY AFTER DAY WAS SINISTER AND I FOUGHT FIERCE EYED DESPAIR AND I CLUNG TO LIFE AND I STRUGGLED ON I KNEW NOT WHY NOR WHERE I PACKED MY GRUB IN SHORT RELAYS AND I COWERED DOWN IN MY TENT AND THE WORLD AROUND WAS PURGED OF SOUND LIKE A FROZEN CONTINENT DAY AFTER DAY WAS DARK AS DEATH BUT EVER EVER AT NIGHTS WITH A BRILLIANCY THAT GREW AND GREW BLAZED UP THE NORTHERN LIGHTS
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