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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, its 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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Dust

Published by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (2679 reads)
My desk was thick with dust, and so

Dust

My desk was thick with dust, and so
                            My name upon it
I wrote; then with a heart aglow
                            Composed a sonnet.

But soon my old housekeeper came
                            With busy duster,
And wiping from the desk my name,
                            Restored its lustre.

And then that grim Charwomen Time,
                            Ere Fame I tasted,
Effaced my wistful snatch of rhyme,
                            And it was wasted.

Ah me! The rapture, the delight,
                            The hope of glory!
. . . Our silly names in dust we write -
                            Dust ends the story.


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