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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.
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Published by Susan on 08/09/2003 (2443 reads)
In a strange town in a far land...

In a strange town in a far land
         They met amid a throng;
They stared, they could not understand
         How life was sudden song.
As brown eyes looked in eyes of grey
         Just for a moment's space,
Twin spirits met with sweet dismay
              In that strange place.

And then the mob that swept them near
         Reft them away again;
Two hearts in all the world most dear
         Knew puzzlement and pain.
They barely brushed in passing by,
         A wildered girl and boy,
Who should have clasped with laughing cry,
              And wept for joy.

But no, the crowd cleft them apart,
         And she went East, he West;
But there was havoc in his heart
         And brooding in her breast.
In a far land, in a strange town
         Amid a mob they met;
They stared, they passed . . . But O deep down,
        Can they forget?

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