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

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

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

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.