Silhouette in Sepia

The camp's asleep and thro' the gloom,
The white-topped wagons spectral loom;
And weird the lonesome coyotes call,
And quiet stars stand watch o'er all.
The fire's down—the shadows creep,
Their work is done—the camp's asleep.
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