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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 Afflicted

Published by Susan on 08/09/2003 (3046 reads)
Softly every night they come...

Softly every night they come
        To the picture show,
That old couple, deaf and dumb 
        In the second row;
Wistful watching, hand in hand,
        Proud they understand.

Shut-ins from the world away,
        All in all to each;
Knowing utter joy as they
        Read the lips of speech . . .
Would, I wonder, I be glum
        Were I deaf and dumb?

Were I quieted away,
        Far from din and shock?
Were I spared the need to say
        Silly things in talk?
Utter hush I would not mind . . .
        Happy they!--I'm blind .

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