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82 THE BUILDING OF THE CHIMNEY

I

chimney is builded

On a hill by the sea,

At the edge of a wood

That the sunset has gilded

Since time was begun

And the earth first was done:

For mine and for me

And for you, John Burroughs,

My friend old and good,

At the edge of a wood

On a hill by the sea

My chimney is builded.

II

My chimney gives forth

All its heat to the north,

While its right arm it reaches

Toward the meadows and beaches,

And its left it extends

To its pine-tree friends.

All its heat to the north

My chimney gives forth.

III

My chimney is builded

Of red and gray granite:

Of great split boulders

Are its thighs and its shoulders;

Its mouth—try to span it.

'T is a nine-foot block—

The shelf that hangs over