<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_127" id="page_127"></SPAN>{127}</span></p>
<h2><SPAN name="THE_GRAVE-TREE" id="THE_GRAVE-TREE"></SPAN>THE GRAVE-TREE</h2>
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<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Let</span> me have a scarlet maple<br/></span>
<span class="i0">For the grave-tree at my head,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">With the quiet sun behind it,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">In the years when I am dead.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Let me have it for a signal,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Where the long winds stream and stream,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Clear across the dim blue distance,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Like a horn blown in a dream;<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_128" id="page_128"></SPAN>{128}</span><br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Scarlet when the April vanguard<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Bugles up the laggard Spring,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Scarlet when the bannered Autumn,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Marches by unwavering.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">It will comfort me with honey<br/></span>
<span class="i0">When the shining rifts and showers<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Sweep across the purple valley<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And bring back the forest flowers.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">It will be my leafy cabin,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Large enough when June returns<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And I hear the golden thrushes<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Flute and hesitate by turns.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_129" id="page_129"></SPAN>{129}</span><br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">And in fall, some yellow morning,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">When the stealthy frost has come,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Leaf by leaf it will befriend me<br/></span>
<span class="i0">As with comrades going home.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Let me have the Silent Valley<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And the hill that fronts the east,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">So that I can watch the morning<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Redden and the stars released.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Leave me in the Great Lone Country,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">For I shall not be afraid<br/></span>
<span class="i0">With the shy moose and the beaver<br/></span>
<span class="i0">There within my scarlet shade.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_130" id="page_130"></SPAN>{130}</span><br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">I would sleep, but not too soundly,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Where the sunning partridge drums,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Till the crickets hush before him<br/></span>
<span class="i0">When the Scarlet Hunter comes.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">That will be in warm September,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">In the stillness of the year,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">When the river-blue is deepest<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And the other world is near.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">When the apples burn their reddest<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And the corn is in the sheaves,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I shall stir and waken lightly<br/></span>
<span class="i0">At a footfall in the leaves.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_131" id="page_131"></SPAN>{131}</span><br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">It will be the Scarlet Hunter<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Come to tell me time is done;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">On the idle hills forever<br/></span>
<span class="i0">There will stand the idle sun.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">There the wind will stay to whisper<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Many wonders to the reeds;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">But I shall not fear to follow<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Where my Scarlet Hunter leads.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">I shall know him in the darkling<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Murmur of the river bars,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">While his feet are on the mountains<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Treading out the smoldering stars.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_132" id="page_132"></SPAN>{132}</span><br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">I shall know him, in the sunshine<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Sleeping in my scarlet tree,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Long before he halts beside it<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Stooping down to summon me.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Then fear not, my friends, to leave me<br/></span>
<span class="i0">In the boding autumn vast;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">There are many things to think of<br/></span>
<span class="i0">When the roving days are past.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Leave me by the scarlet maple,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">When the journeying shadows fail,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Waiting till the Scarlet Hunter<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Pass upon the endless trail.<br/></span></div>
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