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_Impotent as a beetle pierced on the needle of Fate; A wretch in a cosmic death cell, peaks for my prison bars; 'Whelmed by a world stupendous, lonely and listless I wait, Drowned in a sea of silence, strewn with confetti of stars_. See! IMPOTENT AS A BEETLE PIERCED ON THE NEEDLE OF FATE A WRETCH IN A COSMIC DEATH CELL PEAKS FOR MY PRISON BARS WHELMED BY A WORLD STUPENDOUS LONELY AND LISTLESS I WAIT DROWNED IN A SEA OF SILENCE STREWN WITH CONFETTI OF STARS SEE
e desolate quiet and wait for the infinite Rest. Rest! Well, it's restful around me; it's quiet clean to the core. The mountains pose in their ermine, in golden the hills are clad; The big, blue, silt-freighted Yukon seethes by my cabin door, And I think it's only the river that keeps me from going mad. By day it's a ruthless monster, a callous, insatiate thing, With oily bubble and eddy, with sudden swirling of breast; By night it's a writhing Titan, sullenly murmuring, Ever and ever goaded, and ever crying for rest. It cries for its human tribute, but me it will never drown. I've learned the lore of my river; my river obeys me well. I hew and I launch my cordwood, and raft it to Dawson town, Where wood means wine and women, and, incidentally, hell. Hell and the anguish thereafter. Here as I sit alone I'd give the life I have left me to lighten some load of care: (The bitterest part of the bitter is being denied to atone; Lips that have mocked at Heaven lend themselves ill to prayer.) OW THAT MY TEARS ARE DRY I SIT IN THE DESOLATE QUIET AND WAIT FOR THE INFINITE REST REST WELL IT'S RESTFUL AROUND ME IT'S QUIET CLEAN TO THE CORE THE MOUNTAINS POSE IN THEIR ERMINE IN GOLDEN THE HILLS ARE CLAD THE BIG BLUE SILK FREIGHTED YUKON SEETHES AT MY CABIN DOOR AND I THINK IT'S ONLY THE RIVER THAT KEEPS ME FROM GOING MAD BY DAY IT'S A RUTHLESS MONSTER A CALLOUS INSATIATE THING WITH OILY BUBBLE AND EDDY WITH SUDDEN SWIRLING OF BREAST BY NIGHT IT'S A WRITHING TITAN SULLENLY MURMURING EVER AND EVER GOADED AND EVER CRYING FOR REST IT CRIES FOR ITS HUMAN TRIBUTE BUT ME IT WILL NEVER DROWN I'VE LEARNED THE LORE OF MY RIVER MY RIVER OBEYS ME WELL I HEW AND I LAUNCH MY CORDWOOD AND RAFT IT TO DAWSON TOWN WHERE WOOD MEANS WINE AND WOMEN AND INCIDENTALLY HELL HELL AND THE ANGUISH THEREAFTER HERE AS I SIT ALONE I'D GIVE THE LIFE I HAVE LEFT ME TO LIGHTEN SOME LOAD OF CARE THE BITTEREST PART OF THE BITTER IS BEING DENIED TO ATONE LIPS THAT HAVE MOCKED AT HEAVEN LEND THEMSELVES ILL TO PRAYER
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