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Rh Then he did leap and sing&mdash; Dancing the clouds among, Turning the night to noon, Stinging my eyes with light, Making the snow retreat, Making the cave-house bright.

There were dry fagots piled, Nuts and dry leaves and roots, Stores there of furs and hides, Sweet-barks and grains and fruits. There wrapped in fur we lay, Half-burned, half-frozen still&mdash; Ne'er will my soul forget All the night's bitter chill. We had not learned to speak, I was to you a strange Wolfing or wounded fawn, Lost from his forest-range.

Thirsting for bloody meat, Out at the dawn we went. Weighted with our prey at eve, Home-came we all forespent. Comrades and hunters tried Ere we were maid and man&mdash;