Rhymes of a Rolling Stone

Robert W. Service

Heart o' the North

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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