The Spell Of The Yukon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABACAC ADADAEAE EFEFGHGH DIDIGJGJ KDKDLDLD MNMNOPOP LQLQLDLD RSRTUVUV GUGUKLKL

I wanted the gold and I sought itA
I scrabbled and mucked like a slaveB
Was it famine or scurvy I fought itA
I hurled my youth into a graveB
I wanted the gold and I got itA
Came out with a fortune last fallC
Yet somehow life's not what I thought itA
And somehow the gold isn't allC
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No There's the land Have you seen itA
It's the cussedest land that I knowD
From the big dizzy mountains that screen itA
To the deep deathlike valleys belowD
Some say God was tired when He made itA
Some say it's a fine land to shunE
Maybe but there's some as would trade itA
For no land on earth and I'm oneE
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You come to get rich damned good reasonE
You feel like an exile at firstF
You hate it like hell for a seasonE
And then you are worse than the worstF
It grips you like some kinds of sinningG
It twists you from foe to a friendH
It seems it's been since the beginningG
It seems it will be to the endH
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I've stood in some mighty mouthed hollowD
That's plumb full of hush to the brimI
I've watched the big husky sun wallowD
In crimson and gold and grow dimI
Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleamingG
And the stars tumbled out neck and cropJ
And I've thought that I surely was dreamingG
With the peace o' the world piled on topJ
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The summer no sweeter was everK
The sunshiny woods all athrillD
The grayling aleap in the riverK
The bighorn asleep on the hillD
The strong life that never knows harnessL
The wilds where the caribou callD
The freshness the freedom the farnessL
O God how I'm stuck on it allD
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The winter the brightness that blinds youM
The white land locked tight as a drumN
The cold fear that follows and finds youM
The silence that bludgeons you dumbN
The snows that are older than historyO
The woods where the weird shadows slantP
The stillness the moonlight the mysteryO
I've bade 'em good by but I can'tP
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There's a land where the mountains are namelessL
And the rivers all run God knows whereQ
There are lives that are erring and aimlessL
And deaths that just hang by a hairQ
There are hardships that nobody reckonsL
There are valleys unpeopled and stillD
There's a land oh it beckons and beckonsL
And I want to go back and I willD
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They're making my money diminishR
I'm sick of the taste of champagneS
Thank God when I'm skinned to a finishR
I'll pike to the Yukon againT
I'll fight and you bet it's no sham fightU
It's hell but I've been there beforeV
And it's better than this by a damnsiteU
So me for the Yukon once moreV
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There's gold and it's haunting and hauntingG
It's luring me on as of oldU
Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wantingG
So much as just finding the goldU
It's the great big broad land 'way up yonderK
It's the forests where silence has leaseL
It's the beauty that thrills me with wonderK
It's the stillness that fills me with peaceL

Robert Service



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