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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508859" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Song Of The Camp-Fire</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508859" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire;<br>Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots of the pine,<br>Heap them on me, let me hug them to my eager heart of fire,<br>Roaring, soaring up to heaven as a symbol and a sign.<br>Bring me knots of sunny maple, silver birch and tamarack;<br>Leaping, sweeping, I will lap them with my ardent wings of flame;<br>I will kindle them to glory, I will beat the darkness back;<br>Streaming, gleaming, I will goad them to my glory and my fame.<br>Bring me gnarly limbs of live-oak, aid me in my frenzied fight;<br>Strips of iron-wood, scaly blue-gum, writhing redly in my hold;<br>With my lunge of lurid lances, with my whips that flail the night,<br>They will burgeon into beauty, they will foliate in gold.<br>Let me star the dim sierras, stab with light the inland seas;<br>Roaming wind and roaring darkness! seek no mercy at my hands;<br>I will mock the marly heavens, lamp the purple prairies,<br>I will flaunt my deathless banners down the far, unhouseled lands.<br>In the vast and vaulted pine-gloom where the pillared forests frown,<br>By the sullen, bestial rivers running where God only knows,<br>On the starlit coral beaches when the combers thunder down,<br>In the death-spell of the barrens, in the shudder of the snows;<br>In a blazing belt of triumph from the palm-leaf to the pine,<br>As a symbol of defiance lo! the wilderness I span;<br>And my beacons burn exultant as an everlasting sign<br>Of unending domination, of the mastery of Man;<br>I, the Life, the fierce Uplifter, I that weaned him from the mire;<br>I, the angel and the devil, I, the tyrant and the slave;<br>I, the Spirit of the Struggle; I, the mighty God of Fire;<br>I, the Maker and Destroyer; I, the Giver and the Grave.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508859" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">II</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508859" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Gather round me, boy and grey-beard, frontiersman of every kind.<br>Few are you, and far and lonely, yet an army forms behind:<br>By your camp-fires shall they know you, ashes scattered to the wind.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508859" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Peer into my heart of solace, break your bannock at my blaze;<br>Smoking, stretched in lazy shelter, build your castles as you gaze;<br>Or, it may be, deep in dreaming, think of dim, unhappy days.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508859" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Let my warmth and glow caress you, for your trails are grim and hard;<br>Let my arms of comfort press you, hunger-hewn and battle-scarred:<br>O my lovers! how I bless you with your lives so madly marred!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508859" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For you seek the silent spaces, and their secret lore you glean:<br>For you win the savage races, and the brutish Wild you wean;<br>And I gladden desert places, where camp-fire has never been.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508859" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">From the Pole unto the Tropics is there trail ye have not dared?<br>And because you hold death lightly, so by death shall you be spared,<br>(As the sages of the ages in their pages have declared).</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508859" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">On the roaring Arkilinik in a leaky bark canoe;<br>Up the cloud of Mount McKinley, where the avalanche leaps through;<br>In the furnace of Death Valley, when the mirage glimmers blue.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508859" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now a smudge of wiry willows on the weary Kuskoquim;<br>Now a flare of gummy pine-knots where Vancouver's scaur is grim;<br>Now a gleam of sunny ceiba, when the Cuban beaches dim.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508859" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Always, always God's Great Open: lo! I burn with keener light<br>In the corridors of silence, in the vestibules of night;<br>'Mid the ferns and grasses gleaming, was there ever gem so bright?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508859" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Not for weaklings, not for women, like my brother of the hearth;<br>Ring your songs of wrath around me, I was made for manful mirth,<br>In the lusty, gusty greatness, on the bald spots of the earth.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508859" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Men, my masters! men, my lovers! ye have fought and ye have bled;<br>Gather round my ruddy embers, softly glowing is my bed;<br>By my heart of solace dreaming, rest ye and be comforted!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508859" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">III</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508859" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I am dying, O my masters! by my fitful flame ye sleep;<br> My purple plumes of glory droop forlorn.<br>Grey ashes choke and cloak me, and above the pines there creep<br> The stealthy silver moccasins of morn.<br>There comes a countless army, it's the Legion of the Light;<br> It tramps in gleaming triumph round the world;<br>And before its jewelled lances all the shadows of the night<br> Back in to abysmal darknesses are hurled.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508859" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Leap to life again, my lovers! ye must toil and never tire;<br> The day of daring, doing, brightens clear,<br>When the bed of spicy cedar and the jovial camp-fire<br> Must only be a memory of cheer.<br>There is hope and golden promise in the vast portentous dawn;<br> There is glamour in the glad, effluent sky:<br>Go and leave me; I will dream of you and love you when you're gone;<br> I have served you, O my masters! let me die.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508859" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> A little heap of ashes, grey and sodden by the rain,<br> Wind-scattered, blurred and blotted by the snow:<br>Let that be all to tell of me, and glorious again,<br> Ye things of greening gladness, leap and glow!<br>A black scar in the sunshine by the palm-leaf or the pine,<br> Blind to the night and dead to all desire;<br>Yet oh, of life and uplift what a symbol and a sign!<br>Yet oh, of power and conquest what a destiny is mine!<br>A little heap of ashes -- Yea! a miracle divine,<br> The foot-print of a god, all-radiant Fire.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a></strong></div>