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'Twas weird to see and it 'wildered me in a queer, hypnotic dream, Till I saw a spot like an inky blot come floating down the stream; It bobbed and swung; it sheered and hung; it romped round in a ring; It seemed to play in a tricksome way; it sure was a merry thing. TWAS WEIRD TO SEE AND IT BEWILDERED ME IN A QUEER HYPNOTIC DREAM TILL I SAW A SPOT LIKE AN INKY BLOT COME FLOATING DOWN THE STREAM IT BOBBED AND SWUNG IT SHEARED AND HUNG IT ROMPED ROUND IN A RING SEEMED TO PLAY IN A TRICKSOM WAY IT SURE WAS A MERRY THING
r a golden haul of the wherewithal to crush and to kill my man; And there I strove, and there I clove through the drift of icy streams; And there I fought, and there I sought for the pay-streak of my dreams. So twenty years, with their hopes and fears and smiles and tears and such, Went by and left me long bereft of hope of the Midas touch; About as fat as a chancel rat, and lo! despite my will, In the weary fight I had clean lost sight of the man I sought to kill. 'Twas so far away, that evil day when I prayed to the Prince of Gloom For the savage strength and the sullen length of life to work his doom. Nor sign nor word had I seen or heard, and it happed so long ago; My youth was gone and my memory wan, and I willed it even so. It fell one night in the waning light by the Yukon's oily flow, I smoked and sat as I marvelled at the sky's port-winey glow; Till it paled away to an absinthe gray, and the river seemed to shrink, All wobbly flakes and wriggling snakes and goblin eyes a-wink. Y I HATCHED PLAN AFTER PLAN FOR A GOLDEN HALL OF THE WHEREWITHAL TO CRUSH AND KILL MY MAN AND THERE I STROVE AND THERE I CLOVE THROUGH THE DRIFT OF ICY STREAMS AND THERE I FOUGHT AND THERE I SOUGHT FOR THE PASTRY OF MY DREAMS SO TWENTY YEARS WITH THEIR HOPES AND FEARS AND SMILES AND TEARS AND SUCH WENT BY AND LEFT ME LONG BEREFT OF HOPE OF THE MIDAS TOUCH ABOUT AS FAT AS A CHANCEL RAT AND LO DESPITE MY WILL IN THE WEARY FIGHT I HAD CLEAN LOST SIGHT OF THE MAN I SOUGHT TO KILL TWAS SO FAR AWAY THAT EVIL DAY WHEN I PRAYED TO THE PRINCE OF GLOOM FOR THE SAVAGE STRENGTH AND THE SULLEN LENGTH OF LIFE TO WORK HIS DOOM NOR SIGN NOR WORD HAD I SEEN OR HEARD AND IT HAPPENED SO LONG AGO MY YOUTH WAS GONE AND MY MEMORY RAN AND I WILLED IT EVEN SO IT FELL ONE NIGHT IN THE WANING LIGHT BY THE YUKON'S OILY FLOW I SMOKED AND SAT AS I MARVELLED AT THE SKY'S PORTWINEY GLOW TILL IT PALED AWAY TO AN ABSINTHE GRAY AND THE RIVER SEEMED TO SHRINK ALL WOBBLY FLAKES AND WRIGGLING SNAKES AND GOBLIN EYES A WINK
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