Soliloquy

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David Moore - Pop

Soliloquy

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When I was young I had a care Lest I should cheat me of my share Of that which makes it sweet to strive For life, and dying still survive A name in sunshine written higher Than lark or poet dare aspire But I grew weary doing well Besides, 'twas sweeter in that hell Down with the loud banditti people Who robbed the orchards, climbed the steeple For jackdaws' eyes and made the cock Crow ere 'twas daylight on the clock I was so very bad the neighbours Spoke of me at their daily labours And now I'm drinking wine in France The helpless child of circumstance To-morrow will be loud with war How will I be accounted for? It is too late now to retrieve A fallen dream, too late to grieve A name unmade, but not too late To thank the gods for what is great; A keen-edged sword, a soldier's heart Is greater than a poet's art And greater than a poet's fame A little grave that has no name

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  • Francis Ledwidge