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NIGHT IN CAMP, by            
First Line: Fierce burns our fire of driftwood; overhead
Last Line: The darkness pushing down upon the land.
Subject(s): Camping; Camps; Summer Camps

FIERCE burns our fire of driftwood; over-head
Gaunt maples lift long arms against the night;
The stars are sobbing, -- sorrow-shaken, white,
And high they hang, or show sad eyes grown red
With weeping for their queen, -- the moon, just dead.
Black shadows backward reel when tall and bright
The broad flames stand and fling a golden light
On mats of soft green moss around us spread.
A sudden breeze comes in from off the sea,
The vast, old forest draws a troubled breath,
A leaf awakens; up the shore of sand
The slow tide, silver-lipped, creeps noiselessly;
The campfire dies; then silence deep as death;
The darkness pushing down upon the land.

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