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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508866" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Squaw Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cow-moose comes to water, and the beaver's overbold,<br>The net is in the eddy of the stream;<br>The teepee stars the vivid sward with russet, red and gold,<br>And in the velvet gloom the fire's a-gleam.<br>The night is ripe with quiet, rich with incense of the pine;<br>From sanctuary lake I hear the loon;<br>The peaks are bright against the blue, and drenched with sunset wine,<br>And like a silver bubble is the moon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cloud-high I climbed but yesterday; a hundred miles around<br>I looked to see a rival fire a-gleam.<br>As in a crystal lens it lay, a land without a bound,<br>All lure, and virgin vastitude, and dream.<br>The great sky soared exultantly, the great earth bared its breast,<br>All river-veined and patterned with the pine;<br>The heedless hordes of caribou were streaming to the West,<br>A land of lustrous mystery -- and mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yea, mine to frame my Odyssey: Oh, little do they know<br>My conquest and the kingdom that I keep!<br>The meadows of the musk-ox, where the laughing grasses grow,<br>The rivers where the careless conies leap.<br>Beyond the silent Circle, where white men are fierce and few,<br>I lord it, and I mock at man-made law;<br>Like a flame upon the water is my little light canoe,<br>And yonder in the fireglow is my squaw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A squaw man! yes, that's what I am; sneer at me if you will.<br>I've gone the grilling pace that cannot last;<br>With bawdry, bridge and brandy -- Oh, I've drank enough to kill<br>A dozen such as you, but that is past.<br>I've swung round to my senses, found the place where I belong;<br>The City made a madman out of me;<br>But here beyond the Circle, where there's neither right or wrong,<br>I leap from life's straight-jacket, and I'm free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet ever in the far forlorn, by trails of lone desire;<br>Yet ever in the dawn's white leer of hate;<br>Yet ever by the dripping kill, beside the drowsy fire,<br>There comes the fierce heart-hunger for a mate.<br>There comes the mad blood-clamour for a woman's clinging hand,<br>Love-humid eyes, the velvet of a breast;<br>And so I sought the Bonnet-plumes, and chose from out the band<br>The girl I thought the sweetest and the best.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O wistful women I have loved before my dark disgrace!<br>O women fair and rare in my home land!<br>Dear ladies, if I saw you now I'd turn away my face,<br>Then crawl to kiss your foot-prints in the sand!<br>And yet -- that day the rifle jammed -- a wounded moose at bay --<br>A roar, a charge . . . I faced it with my knife:<br>A shot from out the willow-scrub, and there the monster lay. . . .<br>Yes, little Laughing Eyes, you saved my life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The man must have the woman, and we're all brutes more or less,<br>Since first the male ape shinned the family tree;<br>And yet I think I love her with a husband's tenderness,<br>And yet I know that she would die for me.<br>Oh, if I left you, Laughing Eyes, and nevermore came back,<br>God help you, girl! I know what you would do. . . .<br>I see the lake wan in the moon, and from the shadow black,<br>There drifts a little, empty birch canoe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We're here beyond the Circle, where there's never wrong nor right;<br>We aren't spliced according to the law;<br>But by the gods I hail you on this hushed and holy night<br>As the mother of my children, and my squaw.<br>I see your little slender face set in the firelight glow;<br>I pray that I may never make it sad;<br>I hear you croon a baby song, all slumber-soft and low --<br>God bless you, little Laughing Eyes! I'm glad.</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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The net is in the eddy of the stream;
The teepee stars the vivid sward with russet, red and gold,
And in the velvet gloom the fire's a-gleam.
The night is ripe with quiet, rich with incense ..."></div>
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