How far the Yukon from the ancient love
Encountered in a Germanic café
Instead of the raven a velvet dove
And romantic is drunk, day after day
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Far from Yukon, the marbl’d Taj Mahal
Backdrop for princesses that contemplate
To visit such magic, travel we shall
And welcome the most adventurous date
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Yet all those places with potions for sale
Without a moment’s thought I’m sure to trade
This unassuming corner of the globe
Is where the for-ever-more song is made
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Some fly to find love, some fly to get’ way
Yet the Yukon lures our bless’d souls to stay
Pam van Kampen
This is an English or Shakespearean sonnet, composed of three quatrains and a concluding couplet. The fourteen line sentences are in iambic pentameter.
