FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Rhymes of a Rolling Stone
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Robert Service
The Land of Beyond
Have ever you heard of the Land of Beyond, That dreams at the gates of the day? Alluring it lies at the skirts of the skies, And ever so far away; Alluring it calls: O ye the yoke galls, And ye of the trail overfond, With saddle and pack, by paddle and track, Let's go to the Land of Beyond!
Rhymes of a Rolling Stone
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Robert Service
Sunshine I
Flat as a drum-head stretch the haggard snows; The mighty skies are palisades of light; The stars are blurred; the silence grows and grows; Vaster and vaster vaults the icy night. Here in my sleeping-bag I cower and pray: "Silence and night, have pity! stoop and slay."
Rhymes of a Rolling Stone
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Robert Service
Sunshine II
"Sunshine," I called her, and she brought, I vow, God's blessed sunshine to this life of mine. I was a rover, of the breed who plough Life's furrow in a far-flung, lonely line; The wilderness my home, my fortune cast In a wild land of dearth, barbaric, vast.
Rhymes of a Rolling Stone
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Robert Service
Sunshine III
In Muskrat Land the conies leap, The wavies linger in their flight; The jewelled, snakelike rivers creep; The sun, sad rogue, is out all night; The great wood bison paws the sand, In Muskrat Land, in Muskrat Land.
Rhymes of a Rolling Stone
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Robert Service
Sunshine IV
And so we dreamed and drifted, she and I; And how she loved that free, unfathomed life! There in the peach-bloom of the midnight sky, The silence welded us, true man and wife. Then North and North invincibly we pressed Beyond the Circle, to the world's white crest.
Rhymes of a Rolling Stone
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Robert Service
Sunshine V
What was that ill so sinister and dread, Smiting the tribe with sickness to the bone? So that we waked one morn to find them fled; So that we stood and stared, alone, alone. Bravely she smiled and looked into my eyes.
Rhymes of a Rolling Stone
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Robert Service
Sunshine VI
God made a heart of gold, of gold, Shining and sweet and true; Gave it a home of fairest mould, Blest it, and called it--You.
Rhymes of a Rolling Stone
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Robert Service
Sunshine VII
She was all sunshine in those dubious days; Our cabin beaconed with defiant light; We chattered by the friendly drift-wood blaze; Closer and closer cowered the hag-like night. A wolf-howl would have been a welcome sound, And there was none in all that stricken land.
Rhymes of a Rolling Stone
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Robert Service
Sunshine VIII
What was that haunting horrow of the night? Brave was she; buoyant, full of sunny cheer. Why was her face so small, so strangely white? Then did I turn from her, heart-sick with fear.
Rhymes of a Rolling Stone
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Robert Service
Sunshine IX
She died on Christmas day--it seems so sad That one you love should die on Christmas day. Head-bowed I knelt by her; O God! I had No tears to shed, no moan, no prayer to pray. I heard her whisper: "Call me, will you, dear?"
Rhymes of a Rolling Stone
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Robert Service
Sunshine X
For weeks, for months I have not seen the sun; The minatory dawns are leprous pale; The felon days malinger one by one; How like a dream Life is! how vain! how stale!
Rhymes of a Rolling Stone
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Robert Service
Sunshine XI
She lies within an icy vault; It glitters like a cave of salt. All marble-pure and angel-sweete With candles at her head and feet, Under an ermine robe she lies. I kiss her hands, I kiss her eyes.
Rhymes of a Rolling Stone
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Robert Service
Sunshine XII
Last night maybe I was a little mad, For as I prayed despairful by her side, Such a strange, antic visioning I had: Lo! it did seem her eyes were open wide. Surely I must have dreamed! I stared once more.
Rhymes of a Rolling Stone
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Robert Service
Sunshine XIII
It was no dream; now do I know that Love Leapt from the starry battlements of Death; For in my vigil as I bent above, Calling her name with eager, burning breath, Sudden there came a change: again I saw The radiance of the rose-leaf stain her cheek.
Rhymes of a Rolling Stone
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Robert Service
Sunshine XIV
Even as this line I write, Do I know that she is near; Happy am I, every night Comes she back to bid me cheer; Kissing her, I hold her fast; Win her into life at last.
Rhymes of a Rolling Stone
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Robert Service
Sunshine XV
The Sun! at last the Sun! I write these lines, Here on my knees, with feeble, fumbling hand. Look! in yon mountain cleft a radiance shines, Gleam of a primrose--see it thrill, expand, Grow glorious. Dear God be praised!
Rhymes of a Rolling Stone
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Robert Service
The Idealist
Oh you who have daring deeds to tell! And you who have felt Ambition's spell! Have you heard of the louse who longed to dwell In the golden hair of a queen? He sighed all day and he sighed all night, And no one could understand it quite.
Rhymes of a Rolling Stone
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Robert Service
Athabaska Dick
When the boys come out from Lac Labiche in the lure of the early Spring, To take the pay of the "Hudson's Bay," as their fathers did before, They are all a-glee for the jamboree, and they make the Landing ring With a whoop and a whirl, and a "Grab your girl," and a rip and a skip and a roar.
Rhymes of a Rolling Stone
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Robert Service
Cheer
It's a mighty good world, so it is, dear lass, When even the worst is said. There's a smile and a tear, a sigh and a cheer, But better be living than dead; A joy and a pain, a loss and a gain; There's honey and may be some gall.
Rhymes of a Rolling Stone
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Robert Service
The Return
They turned him loose; he bowed his head. A felon, bent and grey. His face was even as the Dead, He had no word to say. He sought the home of his old love, To look on her once more; And where her roses breathed above, He cowered beside the door.
Rhymes of a Rolling Stone
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Robert Service
The Junior God
The Junior God looked from his place In the conning towers of heaven, And he saw the world through the span of space Like a giant golf-ball driven. And because he was bored, as some gods are, With high celestial mirth, He clutched the reins of a shooting star, And he steered it down to earth.
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Robert Service
The Nostomaniac
I'm dreaming to-night in the fire-glow, alone in my study tower, My books battalioned around me, my Kipling flat on my knee; But I'm not in the mood for reading, I haven't moved for an hour; Body and brain I'm weary, weary the heart of me.
Rhymes of a Rolling Stone
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Robert Service
Ambition
They brought the mighty chief to town; They showed him strange, unwonted sights; Yet as he wandered up and down, He seemed to scorn their vain delights. His face was grim, his eye lacked fire, As one who mourns a glory dead.
Rhymes of a Rolling Stone
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Robert Service
To Sunnydale
There lies the trail to Sunnydale, Amid the lure of laughter. Oh, how can we unhappy be Beneath its leafy rafter! Each perfect hour is like a flower, Each day is like a posy.
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Robert Service
The Blind And The Dead
She lay like a saint on her copper couch; Like an angel asleep she lay, In the stare of the ghoulish folks that slouch Past the Dead and sneak away. Then came old Jules of the sightless gaze, Who begged in the streets for bread.