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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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Imagination

Published by Susan on 08/09/2003 (2249 reads)
A gaunt and hoary slab of stone...

A gaunt and hoary slab of stone
   I found in desert place,
And wondered why it lay alone
   In that abandoned place.
Said I: 'Maybe a Palace stood
   Where now the lizards crawl,
With courts of musky quietude
          And turrets tall.

Maybe where low the vultures wing
   'Mid mosque and minaret,
The proud pavilion of a King
   Was luminously set.
'Mid fairy fountains, alcoves dim,
   Upon a garnet throne
He ruled,--and now all trace of him
         Is just this stone.

Ah well, I've done with wandering,
   But from a blousy bar
I see with drunk imagining
   A Palace like a star.
I build it up from one grey stone
   With gardens hanging high,
And dream . . . Long, long ere Babylon
         It's King was I.

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