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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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Confetti in the Wind

Published by Susan on 08/09/2003 (3219 reads)
He wrote a letter in his mind...

He wrote a letter in his mind
        To answer one a maid had sent;
He sought the fitting word to find,
        As on by hill and rill he went.
By bluebell wood and hawthorn lane,
        The cadence sweet and silken phrase
He incubated in his brain
               For days and days.

He wrote his letter on a page
        Of paper with a satin grain;
It did not ring, so in a rage
        He tore it up and tried again.
Time after time he drafted it;
        He polished it all through the night;
He tuned and pruned till bit by bit
               He got it right.

He took his letter to the post,
        Yet long he held it in his hand.
Strangely his mood had veered, almost
        Reversed,--he could not understand.
The girl was vague, the words were vain;
        April romance had come to grief . . .
He tore his letter up again,--
               Oh blest relief!

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