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Today I opened wide my eyes,
And stared with wonder and surprise,
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Between the mountain and the sea
I've made a happy landing;
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Alas! I am only a rhymer,
I don't know the meaning of Art;
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Out of the wood my White Knight came:
His eyes were bright with a bitter flame,
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I am a stout materialist;
With abstract terms I can't agree,
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They threw him in a prison cell;
He moaned upon his bed.
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An olive fire's a lovely thing;
Somehow it makes me think of Spring
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My Lady is dancing so lightly,
The belle of the Embassy Ball;
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The daughter of the village Maire
Is very fresh and very fair,
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(16th January 1949)
I thank whatever gods may be
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I am a mild man, you'll agree,
But red my rage is,
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I keep collecting books I know
I'll never, never read;
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If dogs could speak, O Mademoiselle,
What funny stories they could tell!
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'Twas in the grave-yard's gruesome gloom
That May and I were mated;
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I loved to toy with tuneful rhyme,
My fancies into verse to weave;
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I drink my fill of foamy ale
I sing a song, I tell a tale,
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God gave you guts: don't let Him down;
Brace up, be worthy of His giving.
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At school I never gained a prize,
Proving myself the model ass;
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The Elders of the Tribe were grouped
And squatted in the Council Cave;
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Tell me, Tramp, where I may go
To be free from human woe;
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A sea-gull with a broken wing,
I found upon the kelp-strewn shore.
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The Greatest Writer of to-day
(With Maupassant I almost set him)
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Here is this vale of sweet abiding,
My ultimate and dulcet home,
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When I am dead I will not care
How future generations fare,
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I never kill a fly because
I think that what we have of laws
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On silver sand where ripples curled
I counted sea-gulls seven;
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Time, the Jester, jeers at you;
Your life's a fleeting breath;
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Gazing to gold seraph wing,
With wistful wonder in my eyes,
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God dwells in you; in pride and shame,
In all you do to blight or bless;
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A father's pride I used to know,
A mother's love was mine;
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Hot digitty dog! Now, ain't it queer,
I've been abroad for over a year;
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How often have I started out
With no thought in my noodle,
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It was the steamer Alice May that sailed the Yukon foam.
And touched in every river camp from Dawson down to Nome.
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What would I choose to see when I
To this bright earth shall bid good-bye?
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O Sacred Muse, my lyre excuse! -
My verse is vagrant singing;
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I do not write for love of pelf,
Nor lust for phantom fame;
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You've heard of Belching Billy, likewise known as Windy Bill,
As punk a chunk of Yukon scum as ever robbed a sluice;
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My Boss keeps sporty girls, they say;
His belly's big with cheer.
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Sitting in the dentist's chair,
Wishing that I wasn't there,
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I love the cheery bustle
Of children round the house,
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Here in the Autumn of my days
My life is mellowed in a haze.
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Like prim Professor of a College
I primed my shelves with books of knowledge;
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Of Poetry I've been accused,
But much more often I have not;
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I used to think a pot of ink
Held magic in its fluid,
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Said the Door: "She came in
With no shadow of sin;
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The Porch was blazoned with geranium bloom;
Myrtle and jasmine meadows lit the lea;
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A prisoner speaks:
Majority of twenty-three,
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To be a bony feed Sourdough
You must, by Yukon Law,
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Our cowman, old Ed, hadn't much in his head,
And lots of folks though him a witling;
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I was Mojeska's leading man
And famous parts I used to play,
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Lolling on a bank of thyme
Drunk with Spring I made this rhyme. . . .
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Pedlar's coming down the street,
Housewives beat a swift retreat.
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Nurse, won't you let him in?
He's barkin' an' scratchen' the door,
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Courage mes gars:
La guerre est proche.
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You talk o' prayer an' such -
Well, I jest don't know how;
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The porter in the Pullman car
Was charming, as they sometimes are.
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It's not for laws I've broken
That bitter tears I've wept,
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That scathing word I used in scorn
(Though half a century ago)
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So crystal clear it is to me
That when I die I cease to be,
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Each New Year's Eve I used to brood
On my misdoings of the past,
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I saw the Greatest Man on Earth,
Aye, saw him with my proper eyes.
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Oh, I was born a lyric babe
(That last word is a bore -
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Through eyelet holes I watched the crowd
Rain of confetti fling;
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Beneath the trees I lounged at ease
And watched them speed the pace;
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When they shall close my careless eyes
And look their last upon my face,
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As home from church we two did plod,
"Grandpa," said Rosy, "What is God?"
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Each morning as I catch my bus,
A-fearing I'll be late,
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Give me a cabin in the woods
Where not a human soul intrudes;
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When I was cub reporter I
Would interview the Great,
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My soldier boy has crossed the sea
To fight the foeman;
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My worldly wealth I hoard in albums three,
My life collection of rare postage stamps;
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We'd left the sea-gulls long behind,
And we were almost in mid-ocean;
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Striving is life, yet life is striving;
I fight to live, yet live to fight;
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You ask me what I call Success -
It is, I wonder, Happiness?
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