<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390832" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Alaskan Balladry, No.1</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Northland reared his hoary head<br>And spied the Southland leagues away-<br>'Fairest of all fair brides,' he said,<br>'Be thou my bride, I pray!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whereat the Southland laughed and cried:<br>'I'll bide beside my native sea,<br>And I shall never be thy bride<br>Till thou com'st wooing me!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Northland's heart was a heart of ice,<br>A diamond glacier, mountain high-<br>Oh, love is sweet at any price,<br>As well know you and I!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So gayly the Northland took his heart<br>And cast it in the wailing sea-<br>'Go, thou, with all thy cunning art,<br>And woo my bride for me!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For many a night and for many a day,<br>And over the leagues that rolled between,<br>The true-heart messenger sped away<br>To woo the Southland queen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the sea wailed loud, and the sea wailed long,<br>While ever the Northland cried in glee:<br>'Oh, thou shalt sing us our bridal song,<br>When comes my bride, O sea!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the foot of the Southland's golden throne<br>The heart of the Northland ever throbs-<br>For that true-heart speaks in the waves that moan,<br>The songs that it sings are sobs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ever the Southland spurns the cries<br>Of the messenger pleading the Northland's part;<br>The summer shines in the Southland's eyes-<br>The winter bides in her heart!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ever unto that far-off place<br>Which love doth render a hallowed spot,<br>The Northland turneth his honest face<br>And wonders she cometh not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sea wails loud, and the sea wails long,<br>As the ages of waiting drift slowly by,<br>But the sea shall sing no bridal song-<br>As well know you and I!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390832" data-title="Alaskan Balladry, No.1 de Eugene Field" data-description="The Northland reared his hoary head And spied the Southland leagues away- 'Fairest of all fair brides,' he said, 'Be thou my bride, I pray!' Whereat the Southland laughed and cried: 'I'll bide beside my native sea, And I shall never be thy bride ..."></div> </div> </div>

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