And across the silent, gloomy stillness
A lone canoe freed from its anchor
Plies the waters seeking its dock
Suddenly the plaintive cries of a loon
Invades this remote rustic wilderness
The distant shore is bleak and at peace
While the dense forest's cedars shudder
And the sun beats down its heat
Awakening the morning
On a sultry day in summer.
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