The Cow-Moose Comes To Water, And The Beaver'S Overbold, The Net Is In The Eddy Of The Stream; The Teepee Stars The Vivid Sward With Russet, Red And Gold, And In The Velvet Gloom The Fire'S A-Gleam. The Night Is Ripe With Quiet, Rich With Incense Of The Pine; From Sanctuary Lake I Hear The Loon; The Peaks Are Bright Against The Blue, And Drenched With Sunset Wine, And Like A Silver Bubble Is The Moon. Cloud-High I Climbed But Yesterday; A Hundred Miles Around I Looked To See A Rival Fire A-Gleam. As In A Crystal Lens It Lay, A Land Without A Bound, All Lure, And Virgin Vastitude, And Dream. The Great Sky Soared Exultantly, The Great Earth Bared Its Breast, All River-Veined And Patterned With The Pine; The Heedless Hordes Of Caribou Were Streaming To The West, A Land Of Lustrous Mystery - And Mine. Yea, Mine To Frame My Odyssey: Oh, Little Do They Know My Conquest And The Kingdom That I Keep! The Meadows Of The Musk-Ox, Where The Laughing Grasses Grow, The Rivers Where The Careless Conies Leap. Beyond The Silent Circle, Where White Men Are Fierce And Few, I Lord It, And I Mock At Man-Made Law; Like A Flame Upon The Water Is My Little Light Canoe, And Yonder In The Fireglow Is My Squaw. A Squaw Man! Yes, That's What I Am; Sneer At Me If You Will. I've Gone The Grilling Pace That Cannot Last; With Bawdry, Bridge And Brandy - Oh, I've Drank Enough To Kill A Dozen Such As You, But That Is Past. I've Swung Round To My Senses, Found The Place Where I Belong; The City Made A Madman Out Of Me; But Here Beyond The Circle, Where There'S Neither Right Or Wrong, I Leap From Life'S Straight-Jacket, And I'm Free. Yet Ever In The Far Forlorn, By Trails Of Lone Desire; Yet Ever In The Dawn'S White Leer Of Hate; Yet Ever By The Dripping Kill, Beside The Drowsy Fire, There Comes The Fierce Heart-Hunger For A Mate. There Comes The Mad Blood-Clamour For A Woman'S Clinging Hand, Love-Humid Eyes, The Velvet Of A Breast; And So I Sought The Bonnet-Plumes, And Chose From Out The Band The Girl I Thought The Sweetest And The Best. O Wistful Women I Have Loved Before My Dark Disgrace! O Women Fair And Rare In My Home Land! Dear Ladies, If I Saw You Now I'd Turn Away My Face, Then Crawl To Kiss Your Foot-Prints In The Sand! And Yet - That Day The Rifle Jammed - A Wounded Moose At Bay - A Roar, A Charge . . . I Faced It With My Knife: A Shot From Out The Willow-Scrub, And There The Monster Lay. . . . Yes, Little Laughing Eyes, You Saved My Life. The Man Must Have The Woman, And We're All Brutes More Or Less, Since First The Male Ape Shinned The Family Tree; And Yet I Think I Love Her With A Husband'S Tenderness, And Yet I Know That She Would Die For Me. Oh, If I Left You, Laughing Eyes, And Nevermore Came Back, God Help You, Girl! I Know What You Would Do. . . . I See The Lake Wan In The Moon, And From The Shadow Black, There Drifts A Little, Empty Birch Canoe. We're Here Beyond The Circle, Where There'S Never Wrong Nor Right; We Aren't Spliced According To The Law; But By The Gods I Hail You On This Hushed And Holy Night As The Mother Of My Children, And My Squaw. I See Your Little Slender Face Set In The Firelight Glow; I Pray That I May Never Make It Sad; I Hear You Croon A Baby Song, All Slumber-Soft And Low - God Bless You, Little Laughing Eyes! I'm Glad.