Comrades of the Trail

Until the day the world shall die We shall be comrades, you and I. For we have seen the morning break In golden beauty on that lake That rests in intimate grace before Our cedar cabin’s unlatched door; And we have heard the rain at night And blessed our driftwood hearthfire light; Wakened by thunder, we have crept Closer and turned again and slept While the trees crashed, weakening, And blocked our trail up to the spring. Dangers of cities never draw Two close as does the forest’s awe; Beauties of cities never bind Memory and heart and soul and mind As does the dawn in forest places, Or tree-rent moonlight on our faces. Husband and wife! If that were all! Not vows alone have made us thrall, But none can evermore walk free Bound to each other as are we, By sky and water, fern and tree.