Remains with him, this vision.
Un-dimmed, these long and lone
Years; colder without!
Luckless hunter's, as home-cooked
Fumes tease ice-tipped snout
One lit window. Love's abides.
Poured into, of its warmth
A heart. A cauldron!
Gone out, forever. With it;
Wood stove's fanned action.
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