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Cut loose a hundred rivers

Roaring across my trail

Swift as the lightning quivers

Loud as a mountain gale

I build me a boat of slivers;

I weave me a sail of fur

And ducks may founder and die

But I

Cross that river to her!

Bunch the deserts together

Hang three suns in the vault;

Scorch the lizards to leather

Strangle the springs with salt

I fly with a buzzard feather

I dig me wells with a spur

And snakes may famish and fry

But I

Cross that desert to her!

Murder my sleep with revel;

Make me ride through the bogs

Knee to knee with the devil

Just ahead of the dogs

I harrow the Bad Lands level

I teach the tiger to purr

For saints may wallow and lie

But I

Go clean-hearted to her!

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