Chapter VII: Part III: (Buck and Doe with cries enter the room.)

I

How the cold shivers me!
No snow is falling now,
Where does the sun’s fire hide?
Something comes roaring loud
Swift footed, warning me!

II

Its breath blinds the night eyes,
Like rainy vapor falls!
Now it walks close to me,
Warming and coaxing me,
Where the black forest frowns.
(Whip-poor-will chorus)