Frederick George Scott

COLLECTED POEMS


 

The Charcoal Burner



Beneath this frowning cliff, upon whose crest
The mountain eagle yearly builds her nest,
The Charcoal Burner hath his modest hut,
With friendly door that is but seldom shut.

Here day by day the early-rising sun

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Finds the grim worker with his task begun;
And curling up the mountains, coil on coil,
Floats pungent incense from his honest toil. [Page 21]