[pct-l] Robert Service - The Spell of the Yukon

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Wow!  There's a lot of Service fans out there.  And you're introducing me to some wonderful poems that I haven't read before.  Thanks!  As I say, I'm only a recent devotee and appreciate hearing/ reading other's favorites.  This one is great.  (Aren't they all??)

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Jim and/or Ginny Owen <spiriteagle99 at hotmail.com> wrote:    .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma }   This one isn't PC at all - but then neither am I. Maybe that's why it's one of my favorites? <G>
  
 Jim
  
  
 The Spell of the Yukon
  
 I wanted the gold and I sought it;
 I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
 Was it famine or scurvy – I fought it;
 I hurled my youth into a grave.
 I wanted the gold and I got it – 
 Came out with a fortune last fall, -
 Yet somehow life’s not what I thought it,
  And somehow the gold isn’t all. 
  
 No! There’s that land. (Have you seen it?)
 It’s the cussedest land that I know,
 From the big, dizzy mountains that screen it 
 To the deep, deathlike valleys below.  
 Some say God was tired when he made it;
 Some say it’s a fine land to shun;
 Maybe; but there’s some as would trade it
 For no land on earth – and I’m one.  
  
 You come to get rich (damned good reason);
 You feel like an exile at first;
 You hate it like hell for a season,
 And then you are worse than the worst.
 It grips you like some kind of sinning;
 It twists you from foe to a friend;
 It seems it’s been since the beginning;
 It seems it will be to the end.  
  
 I’ve stood in some mighty-mouthed hollow
 That’s plumb full of hush to the brim;
 I’ve watched the big, husky sun wallow
 In crimson and gold and grow dim, 
 Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming, 
 and the stars tumbled out neck and crop;
 And I’ve thought that I surely was dreaming, 
 With the peace of the world piled on top. 
  
 The summer – no sweeter was ever;
 The sunshiny woods all athrill;
 The grayling aleap in the river, 
 The bighorn asleep on the hill.
 The strong life that never knows harness;
 The wilds where the caribou call;
 The freshness, the freedom, the farness – 
 O God! How I’m stuck on it all.  
  
  
 The winter! The brightness that blinds you,
 The white land locked tight as a drum, 
 The cold fear that follows and finds you,
 The silence that bludgeons you dumb.  
 The snows that are older than history,
 The woods where the weird shadows slant;
 The stillness, the moonlight, the mystery,
 I’ve bade ‘em goodbye – but I can’t. 
  
 There’s a land where the mountains are nameless, 
 And the rivers all run God knows where;
 There are lives that are erring and aimless,
 And deaths that just hang by a hair;
 There are hardships that nobody reckons; 
 There are valleys unpeopled and still;
 There’s a land – oh, it beckons and beckons, 
 And I want to go back and I will.  
  
 They’re making my money diminish;
 I’m sick of the taste of champagne.
 Thank God! When I’m skinned to a finish
 I’ll pike to the Yukon again.
 I’ll fight – and you bet it’s no sham fight;
 It’s hell! – but I’ve been there before;
 And it’s better than this by a damsite – 
 So for me the Yukon once more. 
  
 There’s gold and it’s haunting and haunting;
 It’s luring me on as of old;
 Yet it isn’t the gold that I’m wanting
 So much as just finding the gold.
 It’s the great, big, broad land ‘way up yonder,
 It’s the forest where silence has lease;
 It’s the beauty that fills me with wonder,
 It’s the stillness that fills me with peace.  
  
 --- The Spell of the Yukon
          by Robert Service
  
 

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