ing stream!

The night and the stars and the dolorous loon

Make mystic the spell of the fisherman’s June.

The spruces sing the lyric of the wood’s dog-

watch;

The kettle as it bubbles in the ash limb’s crotch,

The rustle of the spindles of the hemlock and

the pine,

The crackle where the licking tongues of ruddy

fire twine,