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Of poplar, birch, and balsam boughs, / Red cedar-walled, I'll build my house; / Its pillars silver-boled shall be, / With rafters of the hemlock tree; / Upon the ground the dried ferns spread, / And slippery pine shall make our bed;
And all night long the lapping sound / Of waves shall fill our faerie swound; / Nor native creatures, small and shy, / Shall fright us, as they hurry by, / Nor phantom rustle of the trees / Disturb our loving mysteries.