As nothingness draws near...
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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 very skies wee black with shame, As near my moment drew;
The very skies wee black with shame,
But now I see how fair you are,
What care I who your father was:
You're mine and mine alone because
What though you only bear my name,
Because I've borne a human life,
I have fulfilled, I think with joy,
And maybe there will come a day
A day will dawn, divinely free,
When every women, wed or no,
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