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[[first page blank]] [[start page]] How shall I tell of a night alone [[insertion]] by a tiny lake [[/insertion]] on a far high mountain with the [[insertion]] cloud fog [[/insertion]] mist [[underlined]] opaque [[/underlined]] as frosted glass and a cold rain swirling by The leanto stands on the Cloud Pond shore Where the spruce grows thick and Green And the wet wind soughs on the hidden slope. but the fire [[strikethrough]] glows [[/strikethrough]] is red & warm. It crackles and flares in the rock lined pit And the smoke soars into the fog When I speak of this the people say