Serene above their paling shapes One star hath wakened in the sky. And here in the gray world below Over the sage the wind blows by; Rides through the cotton-woods' ghost-ranks, And hums aloft a sturdy tune Among the river's tawny bluffs, Untenanted as is the moon. Far 'neath the huge invading dusk Comes Silence awful through the plain; But yonder horseman's heart is gay, And he goes singing might and main. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Lin McLean, by Owen Wister