While trophies of his skill beside him lay
With stringless bow and shivered arrow-head.
And ere the bright full moon to crescent waned,
Her trusty dog her greeting failed to meet;
While she in slumber dreamed, he stole away,
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And lay in silence at his master's feet.
Once more she gathered up the scattered shreds
Of broken life, on which no sunlight shone,
And went, with breaking heart and trembling steps,
Unto her cheerless, dreary lodge alone.
She wove a net of threads, from canvas drawn,
Saved in the autumn from the barren strand,
And drew from 'neath the crystal sheet of ice
Her daily food, with deft and skilful hand.
And when the gentle springtime came at last,
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