I saw him in a picture, and I felt I'd like to cry--
He stood in line,
The man 'for mine,'
A tall silk-hatted 'guy'--
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Songs I sang of lordly matters,
Life and death, and stars and sea;
Nothing of them now remains
But the song I sang for thee.
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Water in hidden glens
From the secret heart of the mountains,
Where the red fox hath its dens
And the gods their crystal fountains;
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The valiant girls--of them I sing--
Who daily to their business go,
Happy as larks, and fresh as spring;
They are the bravest things I know.
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I will walk down to the valley
And lay my head in her breast,
Where are two white doves,
The Queen of Love's,
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The world is wide-around yon court,
Where dirty little children play,
Another world of street on street
Grows wide and wider every day.
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Marshal of France, yet still the Musqueteer,
Comrade at arms, on your bronzed cheek we press
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Not that Queen Venus of adulterous fame,
Whose love was lust's insatiable flame-
Not hers the house I would be singer in
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When that last pipe is smoked at last
And pouch and pipe put by,
And Smoked and Smoker both alike
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Don't you love the eyes that come from Ireland?
The grey-blue eyes so strangely grey and blue,
The fighting loving eyes,
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