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Robert W Service - Boon SoulRobert W Service - Boon Soul
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Behold! I`m old; my hair is white; My eighty years are in the offing, And sitting by the fire to-night I sip a grog to ease my coughing. It`s true I`m raucous as a rook, But feeling bibulously "bardy," These lines I`m scribbling in a book: The verse complete of Thomas Hardy. Although to-day he`s read by few, Him have I loved beyond all measure; So here to-night I riffle through His pages with the oldtime pleasure; And with this book upon my knee, (To-day so woefully neglected) I muse and think how soon I`ll be Myself among the Great Rejected. Yet as these lines with zest I write, Although the hour for me is tardy, I think: "Of all the world to-night `Tis I alone am reading Hardy"; And now to me he seems so nigh I feel I commune with his spirit, And as none love him more than I, Thereby I gain a modest merit. Oh Brother Thomas, glad I`ll be, Though all the world may pass unheeding, If some greybeard con over me, As I to-night your rhymes are reading; Saying: "Old Bastard, you and I By sin are knit in mind and body. . . ." So ere to hit the hay I hie Your ghost I`ll toast in midnight toddy.
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