the vast pool of heaven star-spawned,
Afar and agleam, like a valley of dream,
Still mocks you a Land of Beyond.
Thank God! there is always a Land of Beyond
For us who are true to the trail;
A vision to seek, a beckoning peak,
A fairness that never will fail;
A pride in our soul that mocks at a goal,
A manhood that irks at a bond,
And try how we will, unattainable still,
Behold it, our Land of Beyond!
The Idealist
Oh you who have daring deeds to tell!
And you who have felt Ambition’s spell!
Have you heard of the louse who longed to dwell
In the golden hair of a queen?
He sighed all day and he sighed all night,
And no one could understand it quite,
For the head of a slut is a louse’s delight
But he pined for the head of a queen.
So he left his kinsfolk in merry play,
And off by his lonesome he stole away,
From the home of his youth so bright and gay,
And gloriously unclean.
And at last he came to the palace gate,
And he made his way in a manner straight
(For a louse may go where a man must wait)
To the tiring-room of the queen.
The queen she spake to her tiring-maid:
“There’s something the matter, I’m afraid.
Tonight ere for sleep my hair ye braid,
Just see what may be seen.”
And lo, when they combed that shining hair
They found him alone in his glory there,
And he cried: “I die, but I do not care,
For I’ve lived in the head of a queen!”
Barbwire Bill
At dawn of day the white land lay all gruesome-like and grim,
When Bill Mc’Gee he says to me: “We’ve got to do it, Jim
“We’ve got to make Fort Liard quick. I know the river’s bad,
“But, oh! the little woman’s sick … why! don’t you savvy, lad?”
And me! Well, yes, I must confess it wasn’t hard to see
Their little family group of two would soon be one of three.
And so I answered, careless-like: “Why Bill! you don’t suppose
“I’m scared of that there ‘babbling brook’? Whatever you say — goes.”
A real live man was Barbwire Bill, with insides copperlined,
For “barbwire” was the brand of “hooch” to which he most inclined.
They knew him far; his igloos are on Kittiegazuit strand
They knew him well, the tribes who dwell within the Barren Land.
From Koyokuk to Kuskoquim his fame was everywhere;
And he did love, all life above, that little Julie Claire,
The lithe, white slave-girl he had bought for seven hundred skins,
And taken to his wickiup to make his moccasins.
We crawled down to the river bank and feeble folk were we,
That Julie Claire from God-knows-where, and Barbwire Bill and me.
From shore to shore we heard the roar the heaving ice floes make,
And loud we laughed, and launched our raft, and followed in their wake.
The river swept and seethed and leapt, and caught us in its stride;
And on we hurled amid a world that crashed on every side.
With sullen din the banks caved in; the shore-ice lanced the stream;
The naked floes like spooks arose, all jiggling and agleam.
Black anchor-ice of strange device shot upward from its bed,
As night and day we cleft our way, and arrow-like we sped.
But “Faster still!” cried Barbwire Bill, and looked the live-long day
In dull despair at Julie Claire, as white like death she lay.
And sometimes he would seem to pray and sometimes seem to curse.
And bent above, with eyes of love, yet ever she grew worse.
And as we plunged and leapt and lunged, her face was plucked with pain,
And I could feel his nerves of steel a-quiver at the strain.
And in the night he gripped me tight as I lay fast asleep:
“The river’s kicking like a steer … run out the forward sweep!
“That’s Hell-gate Canyon right ahead; I know of old its roar,
“And … I’ll be damned! the ice is jammed! We’ve got to make the shore.”
With one wild leap I gripped the sweep. The night was black as sin.
The float-ice crashed and ripped and smashed, and stunned us with its din.
And near and near, and clear and clear I heard the canyon boom;
And swift and strong we swept along to meet our awful doom.
And as with dread I glimpsed ahead the death that waited there,
My only thought was of the girl, the little Julie Claire;
And so, like demon mad with fear, I panted at the oar,
And foot by foot, and inch
