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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 (3375 reads)
I bought a young and lovely bride...

I bought a young and lovely bride,
        Paying her father gold;
Lamblike she rested by my side,
        As cold as ice is cold.
No love in her could I awake,
        Even for pity's sake.

I bought rich books I could not read,
        And pictures proud and rare;
Reproachfully they seemed to plead
        And hunger for my care;
But to their beauty I was blind,
        Even as is a hind.

The bearded merchants heard my cry:
        'I'll give all I posses
If only, only I can buy
        A little happiness.'
Alas! I sought without avail:
        They had not that for sale.

I gave my riches to the poor
        And dared the desert lone;
Now of God's heaven I am sure
        Though I am rag and bone . . .
Aye, richer than the Aga Khan,
        At last--a happy man.

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