From Blue Mountain Ballads

The cabin was cozy and hollyhocks grew
Bright by the door till his whisper crept through.
The sun on the sill was yellow and warm
Till she lifted the latch for a man or a storm.

Now the cabin falls to the winter wind
And the walls cave in where they kissed and sinned.
And the long white rain sweeps clean the room
Like a white-haired witch with a long straw broom!