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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, 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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The Hearth-stonePublished by Susan on 2003/8/2 (1388 reads)
The leaves are sick and jaundiced, they...
The leaves are sick and jaundiced, they
Drift down the air;
December's sky is sodden grey,
Dark with despair;
A bleary dawn will light anon
A world of care.
My name is cut into a stone,
A hundred hollow years will speed
Until some lover seeking hearth
And none will dream it bore my name
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