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Where yesterday rolled long waves of gold / Beneath the burnished blue of the sky, / A silver-white sea lies still and cold, / And a bitter wind blows by.
But nothing passes the door all day, / Though my watching eyes grow worn and dim, / Save a lean, grey wolf that swings away / To the far horizon rim.
Then, one by one, the stars glisten out / Like frozen tears on a purple pall -- / The darkness folds my cabin about / And the snow begins to fall.
I will make a hearth-fire red and bright / And set a light by the window pane / For one who follows the trail to-night / That will bring him home again.
Love will ride with him my heart to bless -- / Joy will out-step him across the floor -- / What matters the great white loneliness / When we bar the cabin door?