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Robert W Service - Hero WorshipRobert W Service - Hero Worship
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Said he: "You saw the Master clear; By Rushy Pond alone he sat, Serene and silent as a seer, in tweedy coat and seedy hat. you tell me you did not intrude, (Although his book was in your hand,) Upon his melancholy mood . . .                        I do not understand. "You did not tell him: `I have come From o`er the sea to speak to you.` You did not dare, your lips were dumb . . . You thought a little zephyr blew From Rushy Pond a touch of him You`ll cherish to your dying day, Perhaps with tears your eyes were dim . . .                        And then - you went away. "And down the years you will proclaim: `O call me dullard, dub me dunce! But let this be my meed of fame: I looked on Thomas Hardy once. Aye, by a stile I stood a span And with these eyes did plainly see A little, shrinking, shabby man . . .                        But Oh a god to me!`" Said I: "`Tis true, I scarce dared look, yet he would have been kind, I`m sure; But though I clutched his precious book I feared to beg his signature. Ah yes, my friend, I merit mirth. You`re bold, you have the right to laugh, And if Christ came again to earth                        You`d cadge his autograph."
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