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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508734" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Cremation Of Sam McGee</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are strange things done in the midnight sun<br> By the men who moil for gold;<br>The Arctic trails have their secret tales<br> That would make your blood run cold;<br>The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,<br> But the queerest they ever did see<br>Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge<br> I cremated Sam McGee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.<br>Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows.<br>He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;<br>Though he'd often say in his homely way that he'd &quot;sooner live in hell&quot;.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.<br>Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail.<br>If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see;<br>It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,<br>And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe,<br>He turned to me, and &quot;Cap,&quot; says he, &quot;I'll cash in this trip, I guess;<br>And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he says with a sort of moan:<br>&quot;It's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to the bone.<br>Yet 'tain't being dead -- it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;<br>So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;<br>And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.<br>He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;<br>And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,<br>With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid, because of a promise given;<br>It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say:<br>&quot;You may tax your brawn and brains,<br>But you promised true, and it's up to you to cremate those last remains.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.<br>In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.<br>In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,<br>Howled out their woes to the homeless snows -- O God! how I loathed the thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;<br>And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;<br>The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;<br>And I'd often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;<br>It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the &quot;Alice May&quot;.<br>And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;<br>Then &quot;Here,&quot; said I, with a sudden cry, &quot;is my cre-ma-tor-eum.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;<br>Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;<br>The flames just soared, and the furnace roared -- such a blaze you seldom see;<br>And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so;<br>And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.<br>It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why;<br>And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;<br>But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;<br>I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: &quot;I'll just take a peep inside.<br>I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked&quot;; . . . then the door I opened wide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;<br>And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: &quot;Please close that door.<br>It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm --<br>Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are strange things done in the midnight sun<br> By the men who moil for gold;<br>The Arctic trails have their secret tales<br> That would make your blood run cold;<br>The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,<br> But the queerest they ever did see<br>Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge<br> I cremated Sam McGee.</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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