This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye...
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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, it's rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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The HarpyPublished by Webmaster on 2003/7/21 (2983 reads)
There was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she;
There is no hope for such as I on earth, nor yet in Heaven;
I paint my cheeks, for they are white, and cheeks of chalk men hate;
Until they come, the nightly scum, with drunken eyes aflame;
For life is not the thing we thought, and not the thing we plan;
Must serve his need and ever feed the flame of his desire,
And though you know he love you so and set you on love's throne;
From love's close kiss to hell's abyss is one sheer flight, I trow,
Wherefore, the wolf-pack having gorged upon the lamb, their prey,
One who in youth sought truest truth and found a devil's lies;
Was I not born to walk in scorn where others walk in pride?
Fate has written a tragedy; its name is "The Human Heart".
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