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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508696" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ballad Of One-Eyed Mike</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye,<br>As I smoked my pipe in the camp-fire light, and the Glories swept the sky;<br>As the Northlights gleamed and curved and streamed, and the bottle of &quot;hooch&quot; was dry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A man once aimed that my life be shamed, and wrought me a deathly wrong;<br>I vowed one day I would well repay, but the heft of his hate was strong.<br>He thonged me East and he thonged me West; he harried me back and forth,<br>Till I fled in fright from his peerless spite to the bleak, bald-headed North.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there I lay, and for many a day I hatched plan after plan,<br>For a golden haul of the wherewithal to crush and to kill my man;<br>And there I strove, and there I clove through the drift of icy streams;<br>And there I fought, and there I sought for the pay-streak of my dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So twenty years, with their hopes and fears and smiles and tears and such,<br>Went by and left me long bereft of hope of the Midas touch;<br>About as fat as a chancel rat, and lo! despite my will,<br>In the weary fight I had clean lost sight of the man I sought to kill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas so far away, that evil day when I prayed to the Prince of Gloom<br>For the savage strength and the sullen length of life to work his doom.<br>Nor sign nor word had I seen or heard, and it happed so long ago;<br>My youth was gone and my memory wan, and I willed it even so.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It fell one night in the waning light by the Yukon's oily flow,<br>I smoked and sat as I marvelled at the sky's port-winey glow;<br>Till it paled away to an absinthe gray, and the river seemed to shrink,<br>All wobbly flakes and wriggling snakes and goblin eyes a-wink.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas weird to see and it 'wildered me in a queer, hypnotic dream,<br>Till I saw a spot like an inky blot come floating down the stream;<br>It bobbed and swung; it sheered and hung; it romped round in a ring;<br>It seemed to play in a tricksome way; it sure was a merry thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In freakish flights strange oily lights came fluttering round its head,<br>Like butterflies of a monster size--then I knew it for the Dead.<br>Its face was rubbed and slicked and scrubbed as smooth as a shaven pate;<br>In the silver snakes that the water makes it gleamed like a dinner-plate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It gurgled near, and clear and clear and large and large it grew;<br>It stood upright in a ring of light and it looked me through and through.<br>It weltered round with a woozy sound, and ere I could retreat,<br>With the witless roll of a sodden soul it wantoned to my feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And here I swear by this Cross I wear, I heard that &quot;floater&quot; say:<br>&quot;I am the man from whom you ran, the man you sought to slay.<br>That you may note and gaze and gloat, and say `Revenge is sweet',<br>In the grit and grime of the river's slime I am rotting at your feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;The ill we rue we must e'en undo, though it rive us bone from bone;<br>So it came about that I sought you out, for I prayed I might atone.<br>I did you wrong, and for long and long I sought where you might live;<br>And now you're found, though I'm dead and drowned, I beg you to forgive.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So sad it seemed, and its cheek-bones gleamed, and its fingers flicked the shore;<br>And it lapped and lay in a weary way, and its hands met to implore;<br>That I gently said: &quot;Poor, restless dead, I would never work you woe;<br>Though the wrong you rue you can ne'er undo, I forgave you long ago.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, wonder-wise, I rubbed my eyes and I woke from a horrid dream.<br>The moon rode high in the naked sky, and something bobbed in the stream.<br>It held my sight in a patch of light, and then it sheered from the shore;<br>It dipped and sank by a hollow bank, and I never saw it more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This was the tale he told to me, that man so warped and gray,<br>Ere he slept and dreamed, and the camp-fire gleamed in his eye in a wolfish way--<br>That crystal eye that raked the sky in the weird Auroral ray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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As I smoked my pipe in the camp-fire light, and the Glories swept the sky;
As the Northlights gleamed and curved and streamed, and the bottle of &quot;hooch&quot; was dry.

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