Jack London's Unpublished Poetry: WEASEL THIEVES

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WEASEL THIEVES

By Jack London

The weasel thieves in silver suit,

The rabbit runs in gray,

And Pan takes up his frosty flute

To pipe the cold away.

The flocks are folded, boughs are bare,

The salmon takes the sea;

And oh, my fair, would I somewhere

Might house my heart with thee.

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