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The short lived sun had a leaden glare and the darkness came too soon, And stationed there with a solemn stare was the pinched, anaemic moon. THE SHORT LIVED SUN HAD A LEADEN GLARE AND THE DARKNESS CAME TOO SOON AND STATIONED THERE WITH A SOLEMN STARE WAS THE PINCHED ANEMIC MOON
hill and plain; We burnt our boat to save the nails, and built our boat again; We guessed and groped, North, ever North, with many a twist and turn; We saw ablaze in the deathless days the splendid sunsets burn. O'er soundless lakes where the grayling makes a rush at the clumsy fly; By bluffs so steep that the hard-hit sheep falls sheer from out the sky; By lilied pools where the bull moose cools and wallows in huge content; By rocky lairs where the pig-eyed bears peered at our tiny tent. Through the black canyon's angry foam we hurled to dreamy bars, And round in a ring the dog-nosed peaks bayed to the mocking stars. Spring and summer and autumn went; the sky had a tallow gleam, Yet North and ever North we pressed to the land of our Golden Dream. So we came at last to a tundra vast and dark and grim and lone; And there was the little lone moose trail, and we knew it for our own. By muskeg hollow and nigger-head it wandered endlessly; Sorry of heart and sore of foot, weary men were we. AMELESS STREAMS PORTAGED OVER HILL AND PLAIN WE BURNT OUR BOAT TO SAVE THE NAILS AND BUILT OUR BOAT AGAIN WE GUESSED AND GROPED NORTH EVER NORTH WITH MANY A TWIST AND TURN WE SAW ABLAZE IN THE DEATHLESS DAYS THE SPLENDID SUNSETS BURN OR SOUNDLESS LAKES WHERE THE GRAILING MAKES A RUSH AT THE CLUMSY FLY BY BLUFFS SO STEEP THAT THE HARD HIT SHEEP FALLS SHEER FROM OUT THE SKY BY LILY'D POOLS WHERE THE BULL MOOSE COOLS AND WALLOWS IN HUGE CONTENT BY ROCKY LAIRS WHERE THE PIG EYED BEARS PEERED AT OUR TINY TENT THROUGH THE BLACK CANYON'S ANGRY FOAM WE HURLED TO DREAMY BARS AND ROUND IN A RING THE DOG NOSED PEAKS BAYED TO THE MOCKING STARS SPRING AND SUMMER AND AUTUMN WENT THE SKY HAD A TALLOW GLEAM YET NORTH EVER NORTH WE PRESSED TO THE LAND OF OUR GOLDEN DREAM SO WE CAME AT LAST TO A TUNDRA VAST AND DARK AND GRIM AND LONE AND THERE WAS THE LITTLE LONE MOOSE TRAIL AND WE KNEW IT FOR OUR OWN BY MUSKEG HOLLOW AND NIGGERHEAD IT WANDERED ENDLESSLY SORRY OF HEART AND SORE OF FEET WEARY MEN WERE WE
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