Heart O' The North

Robert William Service

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
     With never another near me,
Sky o’ the North that’s vast and still,
     With a single star to cheer me;

Star that gleams on a moss-grey stone
     Graven by those who love me—
There would I lie alone, alone,
     With a single pine above me;

Pine that the north wind whinneys through—
     Oh, I have been Life’s lover!
But there I’d lie and listen to
     Eternity passing over.

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