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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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Published by Susan on 08/09/2003 (2603 reads)
And is it not a gesture grand...

And is it not a gesture grand
    To drink oneself to death?
Oh sure 'tis I can understand,
    Being of sober breath.
And so I do not sing success,
    But dirge the damned who fall,
And who contempt for life express
        Through alcohol.

Of Stephen Foster and of Poe,
    Of Burns and Wilde I think;
And weary men who dared to go
    The wanton way of drink.
Strange mortals blind to bitter blame,
    And deaf to loud delight,
Who from the shades of sin and shame
        Enstar our night.

Among those dupes of destiny
    Add D.T. to my list,
Although his verse you may agree
    Leaves one in mental mist . . .
Oh ye mad poets, loth of life,
    Who peace in death divine,
Pass not by pistol, poison, knife,--
        Drown, drown in wine!

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