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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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At the Bend of the Road

Published by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (3449 reads)
With on my back a bitter load

At the Bend of the Road

With on my back a bitter load
                            I climbed the hill,
And at the bending of the road
                            I sat me still;
Thought I, to rest awhile is good,
                            Though not too long:
Then birdlike from the sunny wood
                            I heard a song.

It was not loud, but oh so sweet,
                            With joyous trill!
I listened, then with heavy feet
                            Went up the hill;
With heavy heart the ridge I topped,
                            When turning there,
I saw where I had chanced to stop,
                            A maid most fair.

I felt the urging to go back,
                            Though sadly spent;
But level now I found the track,
                            So on I went.
Aye, on I went to seek romance
                            In joy and pain . . .
The yesterday I took by chance
                            That trail again.

There at the bending of the road
                            A withered crone
With faggots in a heavy load
                            Sat all alone;
Said she: "I've waited for you long,
                            With love apart."
And then she crooned that olden song,
                            Still in my heart.

Silent we sat a little while,
                            Both bowed with years,
And there was heaven in her smile,
                            Despite her tears;
And so I took her faggot load,
                            For none had I,
And hand in hand we climbed the road,
                            Climbed to the sky.

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