A Bit of Robert Service

There is no one who speaks of the FAR NORTH better than Robert Service when he writes of Alaska and the Yukon . This is only a piece of his work but it is how we are thinking about the FAR NORTH of Norway.

The Spell of the Yukon

....
It grips you like some kinds of sinning;


It twists you from foe to a friend;
It seems it's been since the beginning; 


It seems it will be to the end.

I've stood in some mighty-mouthed hollow


That's plumb-full of hush to the brim;


I've watched the big, husky sun wallow
 in crimson and gold, and grow dim,


Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming,


And the stars tumbled out, neck and crop;


And I've thought that I surely was dreaming,

With the peace o' the world piled on top.

The summer -- no sweeter was ever;


The sunshiny woods all a thrill;


The grayling a leap in the river,


The bighorn asleep on the hill.


The strong life that never knows harness;


The wilds where the caribou call;


The freshness, the freedom, the farness --

O God! how I'm stuck on it all....