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[gwynraven]

Pile high the hickory and the light
log of chestnut struck by blight
Welcome-in the winter night

The day has gone in hewing and felling,
sawing and drawing wood to the dwelling,
For the night of talk and story-telling

These are the hours that give the edge
To the blunted axe and the bent wedge,
Straighten the saw and lighten the sledge.

Here are question and reply,
And the fire reflected in the thinking eye.
So peace, and let the bobcat cry.

~ Edna St. Vincent Millay