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Many Many Moons/The Carin on the Cliff

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4670965Many Many Moons — The Carin on the CliffLew Sarett
THE CABIN ON THE CLIFF
The little cabin seems to wear
Such a panic-stricken air—
Clinging perilously high
Silhouetted on the sky.

There is such a tragic fear
In the furtive eyes that peer
Down upon the ocean's jaw,
Red and ravenous of maw.

Such a terror in her soul
When the casual pebbles roll,—
Oh, the frantic nervous gripping,
Fearful that her hands are slipping!

Such a never-ending dread
Of the forest overhead,—
Wondering when the inching spruce
Will crowd her aching fingers loose.