Page:North of Boston (Frost, 1915).djvu/143

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THE WOOD-PILE
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Could so forget his handiwork on which
He spent himself, the labour of his axe,
And leave it there far from a useful fireplace
To warm the frozen swamp as best it could
With the slow smokeless burning of decay.