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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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In the Underground

Published by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (2706 reads)
That they made for one another

In the Underground

That they made for one another
                How could they know?
'Twas in the Underground's foul smother,
                Its ebb and flow;
At six o'clock - rush hour, they met,
Both cold and tired and sopping wet.

How could they know with nerves so frayed
                In sad, vile weather,
Thai in a million they were made
                To come together?
Jammed soggily in that grey mob
He checked and oath and she a sob.

How could they know they were twin should,
                Sheer bliss their crowning?
They faced each other, blind as moles,
                Half bored, half frowning:
With joy they should have cried aloud,
And kissed and clung despite the crowd.

But no, they went their weary way
                Without a thought,
And in the tide of traffic they
                Were swift upcaught:
No doubt he cursed her damp umbrella;
She thought: "just another fellow."

And yet oh how they might have been,
                With dancing heart,
Of cityful joy's king and queen,
                Never to part!
How could they know each was for each
                The perfect mate!
They met, they passed, no word of speech,
                Two lives frustrate.


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