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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391050" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The wooing of the southland</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(ALASKAN BALLAD)</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=391050" data-title="The wooing of the southland de Eugene Field" data-description="(ALASKAN BALLAD) 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..."></div> </div> </div>
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