My masters twain made me a bed 
2 Of pine-boughs resinous, and cedar; 
3 Of moss, a soft and gentle breeder 
4 Of dreams of rest; and me they spread 
5 With furry skins, and laughing said,
6 'Now she shall lay her polish'd sides, 
7 As queens do rest, or dainty brides, 
8 Our slender lady of the tides!' 

9 My masters twain their camp-soul lit, 
10 Streamed incense from the hissing cones, 
11 Large, crimson flashes grew and whirl'd 
12 Thin, golden nerves of sly light curl'd 
13 Round the dun camp, and rose faint zones, 
14 Half way about each grim bole knit, 
15 Like a shy child that would bedeck 
16 With its soft clasp a Brave's red neck; 
17 Yet sees the rough shield on his breast, 
18 The awful plumes shake on his crest, 
19 And fearful drops his timid face, 
20 Nor dares complete the sweet embrace. 

21 Into the hollow hearts of brakes, 
22 Yet warm from sides of does and stags, 
23 Pass'd to the crisp dark river flags; 
24 Sinuous, red as copper snakes, 
25 Sharp-headed serpents, made of light, 
26 Glided and hid themselves in night. 

27 My masters twain, the slaughter'd deer 
28 Hung on fork'd boughs?with thongs of leather. 
29 Bound were his stiff, slim feet together? 
30 His eyes like dead stars cold and drear; 
31 The wand'ring firelight drew near 
32 And laid its wide palm, red and anxious, 
33 On the sharp splendor of his branches; 
34 On the white foam grown hard and sere 
35 On flank and shoulder. 
36 Death?hard as breast of granite boulder,
37 And under his lashes 
38 Peer'd thro' his eyes at his life's gray ashes.

39 My masters twain sang songs that wove 
40 (As they burnish'd hunting blade and rifle) 
41 A golden thread with a cobweb trifle? 
42 Loud of the chase, and low of love. 

43 'O Love, art thou a silver fish ? 
44 Shy of the line and shy of gaffing, 
45 Which we do follow, fierce, yet laughing, 
46 Casting at thee the light-wing'd wish, 
47 And at the last shall we bring thee up 
48 From the crystal darkness under the cup 
49 Of lily folden, 
50 On broad leaves golden ? 

51 'O Love! art thou a silver deer, 
52 Swift thy starr'd feet as wing of swallow, 
53 While we with rushing arrows follow; 
54 And at the last shall we draw near, 
55 And over thy velvet neck cast thongs? 
56 Woven of roses, of stars, of songs ? 
57 New chains all molden 
58 Of rare gems olden!' 

59 They hung the slaughter'd fish like swords 
60 On saplings slender?like scimitars 
61 Bright, and ruddied from new-dead wars, 
62 Blaz'd in the light--the scaly hordes. 

63 They pil'd up boughs beneath the trees, 
64 Of cedar-web and green fir tassel; 
65 Low did the pointed pine tops rustle, 
66 The camp fire blush'd to the tender breeze. 

67 The hounds laid dew-laps on the ground, 
68 With needles of pine sweet, soft, and rusty? 
69 Dream'd of the dead stag stout and lusty; 
70 A bat by the red flames wove its round. 

71 The darkness built its wigwam walls 
72 Close round the camp, and at its curtain 
73 Press'd shapes, thin woven and uncertain, 
74 As white locks of tall waterfalls.