I sing no idle songs of dalliance days, No dreams Elysian inspire my rhyming; I have no Celia to enchant my lays, No pipes of Pan have set my heart to ch… I am no wordsmith dripping gems divine
There’s sunshine in the heart of me, My blood sings in the breeze; The mountains are a part of me, I’m fellow to the trees. My golden youth I’m squandering,
“Deny your God!” they ringed me with th… Blood—crazed were they, and reeking from… Hell—hot their hate, and venom—fanged th… And one man spat on me and nursed a knif… And there was I, sore wounded and alone…
Now Eddie Malone got a swell grammyfone… An’ sez he: “Come along for a season of… Then Dogrib, an’ Slave, an’ Yellow—kni… Confluated near, to see an’ to hear Ed’… Then Ed turned the crank, an’ there on…
Have ever you heard of the Land of Beyo… That dreams at the gates of the day? Alluring it lies at the skirts of the sk… And ever so far away; Alluring it calls: O ye the yoke galls,
Flat as a drum—head stretch the haggard… The mighty skies are palisades of light; The stars are blurred; the silence grows… Vaster and vaster vaults the icy night. Here in my sleeping—bag I cower and pra…
Oh you who have daring deeds to tell! And you who have felt Ambition’s spell! Have you heard of the louse who longed t… In the golden hair of a queen? He sighed all day and he sighed all nigh…
When the boys come out from Lac Labiche… To take the pay of the “Hudson’s Bay”,… They are all a—glee for the jamboree, an… With a whoop and a whirl, and a “Grab y… For the spree of Spring is a sacred thi…
It’s a mighty good world, so it is, dear… When even the worst is said. There’s a smile and a tear, a sigh and a… But better be living than dead; A joy and a pain, a loss and a gain;
They turned him loose; he bowed his head… A felon, bent and grey. His face was even as the Dead, He had no word to say. He sought the home of his old love,
The Junior God looked from his place In the conning towers of heaven, And he saw the world through the span of… Like a giant golf—ball driven. And because he was bored, as some gods a…
On the ragged edge of the world I’ll ro… And the home of the wolf shall be my hom… And a bunch of bones on the boundless sn… The end of my trail . . . who knows, who… I’m dreaming to—night in the fire—glow,…
They brought the mighty chief to town; They showed him strange, unwonted sights… Yet as he wandered up and down, He seemed to scorn their vain delights. His face was grim, his eye lacked fire,
There lies the trail to Sunnydale, Amid the lure of laughter. Oh, how can we unhappy be Beneath its leafy rafter! Each perfect hour is like a flower,
She lay like a saint on her copper couch… Like an angel asleep she lay, In the stare of the ghoulish folks that… Past the Dead and sneak away. Then came old Jules of the sightless ga…
What are you doing here, Tom Thorne, on… Where the wind has the cut of a naked kn… Hugging a smudgy willow fire, deep in a… You that’s a lord’s own son, Tom Thorne… Go home, go home to your clubs, Tom Tho…
My Father Christmas passed away When I was barely seven. At twenty—one, alack—a—day, I lost my hope of heaven. Yet not in either lies the curse:
Oh, how good it is to be Foot—loose and heart—free! Just my dog and pipe and I, underneath… Trail to try and goal to win, white road… Fields to lure a lad afar, clear spring…
At dawn of day the white land lay all gr… When Bill Mc’Gee he says to me: “We’ve… We’ve got to make Fort Liard quick. I… But, oh! the little woman’s sick . . . w… And me! Well, yes, I must confess it wa…
If you had the choice of two women to we… (Though of course the idea is quite absu… And the first from her heels to her dain… Was charming in every sense of the word: And yet in the past (I grieve to state)…
Just think! some night the stars will gl… Upon a cold, grey stone, And trace a name with silver beam, And lo! 'twill be your own. That night is speeding on to greet
Jack would laugh an’ joke all day; Never saw a lad so gay; Singin’ like a medder lark, Loaded to the Plimsoll mark With God’s sunshine was that boy;
I know a mountain thrilling to the stars… Peerless and pure, and pinnacled with sn… Glimpsing the golden dawn o’er coral bar… Flaunting the vanisht sunset’s garnet gl… Proudly patrician, passionless, serene;
Moko, the Educated Ape is here, The pet of vaudeville, so the posters sa… And every night the gaping people pay To see him in his panoply appear; To see him pad his paunch with dainty ch…
I took the clock down from the shelf; “At eight,” said I, “I shoot myself.” It lacked a minute of the hour, And as I waited all a—cower, A skinful of black, boding pain,
I just think that dreams are best, Just to sit and fancy things; Give your gold no acid test, Try not how your silver rings; Fancy women pure and good,
When you’re lost in the Wild, and you’r… And Death looks you bang in the eye, And you’re sore as a boil, it’s accordin… To cock your revolver and . . . die. But the Code of a Man says: “Fight all…
The Cow—Juice Cure The clover was in blossom, an’ the year… When Flap—jack Billy hit the town, like… The frost was on the fodder an’ the wind… When Billy got to seein’ snakes in Sull…
Light up your pipe again, old chum, and… I’ve got to watch the bannock bake—how r… You’d little think that we were somewher… Though where I don’t exactly know, and… The man—size mountains palisade us round…
“And when I come to die,” he said, “Ye shall not lay me out in state, Nor leave your laurels at my head, Nor cause your men of speech orate; No monument your gift shall be,
Come out, O Little Moccasins, and frol… Come out, O tiny beaded feet, and twink… I’ll play the old Red River reel, you u… Awake, O Little Moccasins, and dance f… Your hair was all a gleamy gold, your ey…
The Wanderlust has lured me to the seve… Has dumped me on the tailing—piles of de… The Wanderlust has haled me from the mo… Has hurled me to the ends of all the ear… How bitterly I’ve cursed it, oh, the Pa…
It’s mighty lonesome—like and drear. Above the Wild the moon rides high, And shows up sharp and needle—clear The emptiness of earth and sky; No happy homes with love a—glow;
Be honest, kindly, simple, true; Seek good in all, scorn but pretence; Whatever sorrow come to you, Believe in Life’s Beneficence! The World’s all right; serene I sit,
When Chewed—ear Jenkins got hitched up… His flowin’ locks, ye recollect, wuz fri… But in old Hymen’s jack—pot, it’s a mos… Them flowin’ locks jest disappeared like… Jest seemed to wilt an’ fade away like d…
There will be a singing in your heart, There will be a rapture in your eyes; You will be a woman set apart, You will be so wonderful and wise. You will sleep, and when from dreams you…
The lone man gazed and gazed upon his go… His sweat, his blood, the wage of weary… But now how sweet, how doubly sweet to h… All gay and gleamy to the campfire blaze… The evening sky was sinister and cold;
Three score and ten, the psalmist saith, And half my course is well—nigh run; I’ve had my flout at dusty death, I’ve had my whack of feast and fun. I’ve mocked at those who prate and preac…
The cow-moose comes to water, and the be… The net is in the eddy of the stream; The teepee stars the vivid sward with ru… And in the velvet gloom the fire’s a-gle… The night is ripe with quiet, rich with…
Just Home and Love! the words are small Four little letters unto each; And yet you will not find in all The wide and gracious range of speech Two more so tenderly complete:
I’m scared of it all, God’s truth! so I… It’s too big and brutal for me. My nerve’s on the raw and I don’t give… For all the “hoorah” that I see. I’m pinned between subway and overhead t…
Ho! we were strong, we were swift, we we… Youth was a challenge, and Life was a f… All that was best in us gladly we gave, Sprang from the rally, and leapt for the… Smiling is Love in a foam of Spring flo…
Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red… Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy… Heap them on me, let me hug them to my e… Roaring, soaring up to heaven as a symbo… Bring me knots of sunny maple, silver bi…
“I’m taking pen in hand this night, and… My poor old fingers tremble so, my hand… And even with my glasses on I’m trouble… You’d little know your mother, boy; you’… You mind how brisk and bright I was, ho…
The Dreamer visioned Life as it might b… And from his dream forthright a picture… A painting all the people thronged to se… And joyed therein—till came the Man Who… Saying: “'Tis bad! Why do ye gape, ye f…
In the moonless, misty night, with my li… I am sitting by the camp—fire’s fading c… Oh, the dew is falling chill on the dim,… And the breakers in the bay are moaning… The toilful hours are sped, the boys are…
My glass is filled, my pipe is lit, My den is all a cosy glow; And snug before the fire I sit, And wait to feel the old year go. I dedicate to solemn thought
Smith, great writer of stories, drank; f… Fused in his brain-pan, else a blank, he… Gave him the magical genius touch; God-… Flat in your face a soul-thought—Bing! Twiddle your heart-strings in his clutch…
O dear little cabin, I’ve loved you so… And now I must bid you good—bye! I’ve filled you with laughter, I’ve thr… And sometimes I’ve wished I could cry. Your walls they have witnessed a wearifu…
And when I come to the dim trail—end, I who have been Life’s rover, This is all I would ask, my friend, Over and over and over: A little space on a stony hill
When from my fumbling hand the tired pen… And in the twilight weary droops my head… While to my quiet heart a still voice ca… Calls me to join my kindred of the Dead… Grant that I may, O Lord, ere rest be…
