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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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The Visionary

Published by Susan on 07/30/2003 (2788 reads)
If fortune had not granted me...

If fortune had not granted me
      To suck the Muse's teats,
I think I would have liked to be
      A sweeper of the streets;
And city gutters glad to groom,
      Have heft a bonny broom.

There--as amid the crass and crush
      The limousines swished by,
I would have leaned upon my brush
      With visionary eye:
Deeming despite their loud allure
      That I was rich, they poor.

Aye, though in garb terrestrial,
      To Heaven I would pray,
And dream with broom celestial
      I swept the Milky Way;
And golden chariots would ring,
      And harps of Heaven sing.

And all the strumpets passing me,
      And heelers of the Ward
Would glorified Madonnas be,
      And angels of the Lord;
And all the brats in gutters grim
      Be rosy cherubim.


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