I AM WILLING, FORESTER
I want to make you mine, lady of the woods,
I want to make you understand all the things I
mean : the sledge that beckons morning with a
bird-tweet just before the dawn, and then the first
break-front of light coming over the ridge. We will
sit and salvage things together : you will seek fossils
beneath the running waters, while I'll just sit back
and watch instead. There's a cabin just up the hill
at the end of this thin path by where I live. The
way is long and narrow, but it is open and wide
too. A hundred things I will thank you for,
a hundred things are you.
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