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| Robert Service's hut, Dawson, Yukon |
Prophecy
I shall lie hidden in a hut
In the middle of an alder wood,
With the back door blind and bolted shut,
And the front door locked for good.
I shall lie folded like a saint,
Lapped in a scented linen sheet,
On a bedspread striped with bright-blue paint,
Narrow and cold and neat.
The midnight will be glassy black
Behind the panes, with wind about
To set his mouth against a crack
And blow the candle out.
- Elinor Wylie,
1923
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| a profusion of forest starwort (chickweed) |
South Gippsland, Victoria
Australia
