<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508762" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Heart Of The Sourdough</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There where the mighty mountains bare their fangs unto the moon,<br>There where the sullen sun-dogs glare in the snow-bright, bitter noon,<br>And the glacier-glutted streams sweep down at the clarion call of June.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There where the livid tundras keep their tryst with the tranquil snows;<br>There where the silences are spawned, and the light of hell-fire flows<br>Into the bowl of the midnight sky, violet, amber and rose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There where the rapids churn and roar, and the ice-floes bellowing run;<br>Where the tortured, twisted rivers of blood rush to the setting sun --<br>I've packed my kit and I'm going, boys, ere another day is done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knew it would call, or soon or late, as it calls the whirring wings;<br>It's the olden lure, it's the golden lure, it's the lure of the timeless things,<br>And to-night, oh, God of the trails untrod, how it whines in my heart-strings!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm sick to death of your well-groomed gods, your make believe and your show;<br>I long for a whiff of bacon and beans, a snug shakedown in the snow;<br>A trail to break, and a life at stake, and another bout with the foe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With the raw-ribbed Wild that abhors all life, the Wild that would crush and rend,<br>I have clinched and closed with the naked North, I have learned to defy and defend;<br>Shoulder to shoulder we have fought it out -- yet the Wild must win in the end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have flouted the Wild. I have followed its lure, fearless, familiar, alone;<br>By all that the battle means and makes I claim that land for mine own;<br>Yet the Wild must win, and a day will come when I shall be overthrown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then when as wolf-dogs fight we've fought, the lean wolf-land and I;<br>Fought and bled till the snows are red under the reeling sky;<br>Even as lean wolf-dog goes down will I go down and die.</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> <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=508762" data-title="The Heart Of The Sourdough de Robert William Service" data-description="There where the mighty mountains bare their fangs unto the moon, There where the sullen sun-dogs glare in the snow-bright, bitter noon, And the glacier-glutted streams sweep down at the clarion call of June. There where the livid tundras keep the..."></div> </div> </div>

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