Robert Service Poems

  • 151.  
    And is it not a gesture grand
    To drink oneself to death?Oh sure 'tis I can understand,
  • 152.  
    I think I'll buy a little field,
    Though scant am I of pelf,And hold the hope that it may yield
  • 153.  
    I count each day a little life,
    With birth and death complete;I cloister it from care and strife
  • 154.  
    In the gay, gleamy morn I adore to go walking,
    And oh what sweet people I meet on my way!I hail them with joy for I love to be talking,
  • 155.  
    A little mousey man he was
    With board, and chalk in hand;And millions were awestruck because
  • 156.  
    Could Fate ordain a lot for me
    Beyond all human ills,I think that I would choose to be
  • 157.  
    What are we fighting for,
    We fellows who go to war?fighting for Freedom's sake!
  • 158.  
    No matter how he toil and strive
    The fate of every man aliveWith luck will be to lie alone,
  • 159.  
    The Elders of the Tribe were grouped
    And squatted in the Council Cave;They seemed to be extremely pooped,
  • 160.  
    Oh darling Eric, why did you
    For my fond affection sue,And then with surgeons artful aid
  • 161.  
    I wish I had a simple style
    In writing verse,As in his prose had Ernie Pyle,
  • 162.  
    Tell me, Tramp, where I may go
    To be free from human woe;Say where I may hope to find
  • 163.  
    A sea-gull with a broken wing,
    I found upon the kelp-strewn shore.It sprawled and gasped; I sighed: “Poor thing!
  • 164.  
    When day is done I steal away
    To fold my hands in rest,And of my hours this moment grey
  • 165.  
    My flask of wine was ruby red
    And swift I ran my sweet to see;With eyes that snapped delight I said:
  • 166.  
    The Greatest Writer of to-day
    (With Maupassant I almost set him)Said to me in a weary way,
  • 167.  
    The little pink house is high on the hill
    And my heart is not what it used to be;It will kick up a fuss I know, but still
  • 168.  
    So easy 'tis to make a rhyme,
    That did the world but know it,Your coachman might Parnassus climb,
  • 169.  
    He wrote a play; by day and night
    He strove with passion and delight;Yet knew, long ere the curtain drop,
  • 170.  
    Since all that is was ever bound to be;
    Since grim, eternal laws our Being bind; And both the riddle and the answer find,
  • 171.  
    Why should I be the first to fall
    Of all the leaves on this old tree?Though sadly soon I know that all
  • 172.  
    Familiarity some claim
    Can breed contempt,So from it let it be your aim
  • 173.  
    In youth when oft my muse was dumb,
    My fancy nighly dead,To make my inspiration come
  • 174.  
    I know how father's strap would feel,
    If ever I were caught,So mother's jam I did not steal,
  • 175.  
    Being a shorty, as you see,
    A bare five footer,The why my wife is true to me
  • 176.  
    Up into the sky I stare;
    All the little stars I see;And I know that God is there
  • 177.  
    A Life Tragedy

  • 178.  
    Here is this vale of sweet abiding,
    My ultimate and dulcet home,That gently dreams above the chiding
  • 179.  
    When I am dead I will not care
    How future generations fare,For I will be so unaware.
  • 180.  
    Hurrah! I'm off to Finistere, to Finistere, to Finistere;
    My satchel's swinging on my back, my staff is in my hand;I've twenty louis in my purse, I know the sun and sea are there,
  • 181.  
    They thought I'd be a champion;
    They boasted loud of me.A dozen victories I'd won,
  • 182.  
    I like to look at fishermen
    And oftentimes I wishOne would be lucky now and then
  • 183.  
    Because I have ten thousand pounds I sit upon my stern,
    And leave my living tranquilly for other folks to earn.For in some procreative way that isn't very clear,
  • 184.  
    (The Wounded Canadian Speaks)

  • 185.  
    I never kill a fly because
    I think that what we have of lawsTo regulate and civilize
  • 186.  
    On silver sand where ripples curled
    I counted sea-gulls seven;Shy, secret screened from all the world,
  • 187.  
    “I'll do the old dump in a day,”
    He told me in his brittle way.“Two more, I guess, I'll give to Rome
  • 188.  
    Because I was a wonton wild
    And welcomed many a lover,Who is the father of my child
  • 189.  
    Gas got me in the first World War,
    And all my mates at rest are laid.I felt I might survive them for
  • 190.  
    Said I: “See yon vast heaven shine,-
    What earthly sight diviner?Before such radiant Design
  • 191.  
    I'd rather be the Jester than the Minstrel of the King;
    I'd rather jangle cap and bells than twang the stately harp;I'd rather make his royal ribs with belly-laughter ring,
  • 192.  
    As you gaze beyond the bay
    With such wanness in your eyes,You who have out-stayed your day,
  • 193.  
    Time, the Jester, jeers at you;
    Your life's a fleeting breath;Your birthday's flimsy I.O.U.
  • 194.  
    I've tinkered at my bits of rhymes
    In weary, woeful, waiting times;In doleful hours of battle-din,
  • 195.  
    ‘Come, see,' said he, ‘my four-foot shelf,
    A forty volume row;And every one I wrote myself,
  • 196.  
    To hell with Government I say;
    I'm sick of all the piddling pack.I'd like to scram, get clean away,
  • 197.  
    Although the Preacher be a bore,
    The Atheist is even more.
  • 198.  
    Gazing to gold seraph wing,
    With wistful wonder in my eyes,A blue-behinded ape, I swing
  • 199.  
    I sing of starry dreams come true,
    Of hopes fulfilled;Of rich reward beyond my due,
  • 200.  
    When your marrer bone seems ‘oller,
    And you're glad you ain't no taller, And you're all a-shakin' like you ‘ad the chills;
Total 831 poems written by Robert Service

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Two Songs For Solitude: The Solitary
 by Sara Teasdale

Let them think I love them more than I do,
Let them think I care, though I go alone,
If it lifts their pride, what is it to me
Who am self-complete as a flower or a stone?

It is one to me that they come or go
If I have myself and the drive of my will,
And strength to climb on a summer night
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