In the heap and stubble.

In the heap and stubble.

As I walk, I think it must be queer to stop without a farmhouse near. I can see the frozen lake. It was the darkest night of the year. So, I give myself a shake to get rid of the downy snowflakes. The woods are dark and deep, but I need some sleep. In the heap and stubble of the leaves, I reached down and found a gold ring; it made me want to sing. The inscription read, "I love you and always will." I promise I will see you soon, and I do mean you.