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Men of the High North Men of the High North, the wild sky is blazing; Islands of opal float on silver seas; Swift splendors kindle, barbaric, amazing; Pale ports of amber, golden argosies. VOXAT ORG BY HAIDEY PRICE MEN OF THE HIGH NORTH THE WILD SKY IS BLAZING ISLANDS OF OPAL FLOAT ON SILVER SEAS SWIFT SPLENDORS KINDLE BARBARIC AMAZING PALE PORTS OF AMBER GOLDEN ARGUSES
re, To the Man of the High North My rhymes are rough, and often in my rhyming I've drifted, silver-sailed, on seas of dream, Hearing afar the bells of Elfland chiming, Seeing the groves of Arcadie agleam. I was the thrall of Beauty that rejoices From peak snow-diademed to regal star; Yet to mine aerie ever pierced the voices, The pregnant voices of the Things That Are. The Here, the Now, the vast Forlorn around us; The gold-delirium, the ferine strife; The lusts that lure us on, the hates that hound us; Our red rags in the patch-work quilt of Life. The nameless men who nameless rivers travel, And in strange valleys greet strange deaths alone; The grim, intrepid ones who would unravel The mysteries that shroud the Polar Zone. These will I sing, and if one of you linger Over my pages in the Long, Long Night, And on some lone line lay a calloused finger, Saying: "It's human-true--it hits me right"; Then will I count this loving toil well spent; Then will I dream awhile--content, content.   MEN OF THE HIGH NORTH BY ROBERT SERVICE READ FOR LIEBER
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