Because my life was drab and stale
In the Spotlight !
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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AtomsPublished by Susan on 2003/8/9 (2905 reads)
Life's but illusion, I am told...
Life's but illusion, I am told.
A radiant rose.
This solid flesh we feel and know,
Of hands that touch.
And we ourselves are generate
No logic can destroy.
Let me believe that all I see,
The rapture of a rose!
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