Where the day and night have met,

Move three disappearing figures,

Outlined sharp in silhouette.

Zeb and Si and Bill, the lover,

Chafing under each delay,

Pass below the red horizon,

Toward the river trail away.

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Far across the upland prairie

To the valley-land below,

Where the tall and tangled joint-grass

Makes the horses pant and blow,

There the silent Solomon River

Reaching westward to its source,

With its fringe of sombre timber

Guides the lover on his course.

All the night he keeps his saddle,

Urging Zeb and Simon on,

Till the trail clears up before him

In the gray of early dawn.

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