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Come away! Come away! There's a frost along the marshes, / And a frozen wind that skims the shoal where it shakes the dead black water; / There's a moan across the lowland and a wailing through the woodland / Of a dirge that seeks to send us back to the arms of those that love us. / Come away! come away! -- or the roving field will hold us, / And make us all to dwell with him to the end of human faring. / - Edwin Arlington Robinson
On July 14, 1913, our party gathered at the comfortable El Tovar Hotel, on the edge of the Grand Canyon of the Colorado, and therefore overlooking the most wonderful scenery in the world. The moon was full. Dim, vast, mysterious, the canyon lay in the shimmering radiance. To all else that is strange and beautiful in nature the Canyon stands as Karnak and Baalbec, seen by moonlight, stand to all other ruined temples and palaces of the bygone ages.