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There once was a man whom the gods didn't love	A
And a disagreeable man was he	B
He loathed his neighbours and his neighbours hated him	C
And he cursed eternally	B
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He damned the sun and he damned the stars	D
And he blasted the winds in the sky	E
He sent to Hell every green growing thing	F
And he raved at the birds as they fly	E
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His oaths were many and his range was wide	G
He swore in fancy ways	H
But his meaning was plain that no created thing	F
Was other than a hurt to his gaze	H
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He dwelt all alone underneath a leaning hill	I
And windows toward the hill there were none	J
And on the other side they were white washed thick	K
To keep out every spark of the sun	J
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When he went to market he walked all the way	L
Blaspheming at the path he trod	M
He cursed at those he bought of and swore at those he sold to	N
By all the names he knew of God	M
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For his heart was soured in his weary old hide	G
And his hopes had curdled in his breast	O
His friend had been untrue and his love had thrown him over	P
For the chinking money bags she liked best	O
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The rats had devoured the contents of his grain bin	Q
The deer had trampled on his corn	R
His brook had shrivelled in a summer drought	S
And his sheep had died unshorn	R
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His hens wouldn't lay and his cow broke loose	T
And his old horse perished of a colic	K
In the loft his wheat bags were nibbled into holes	U
By little glutton mice on a frolic	K
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So he slowly lost all he ever had	V
And the blood in his body dried	G
Shrunken and mean he still lived on	R
And cursed that future which had lied	G
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One day he was digging a spade or two	N
As his aching back could lift	W
When he saw something glisten at the bottom of the trench	X
And to get it out he made great shift	W
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So he dug and he delved with care and pain	R
And the veins in his forehead stood taut	Y
At the end of an hour when every bone cracked	Z
He gathered up what he had sought	Y
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A dim old vase of crusted glass	A2
Prismed while it lay buried deep	B2
Shifting reds and greens like a pigeon's neck	K
At the touch of the sun began to leap	B2
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It was dull in the tree shade but glowing in the light	C2
Flashing like an opal stone	R
Carved into a flagon and the colours glanced and ran	R
Where at first there had seemed to be none	R
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It had handles on each side to bear it up	D2
And a belly for the gurgling wine	R
Its neck was slender and its mouth was wide	G
And its lip was curled and fine	R
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The old man saw it in the sun's bright stare	E2
And the colours started up through the crust	F2
And he who had cursed at the yellow sun	R
Held the flask to it and wiped away the dust	F2
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And he bore the flask to the brightest spot	G2
Where the shadow of the hill fell clear	H2
And he turned the flask and he looked at the flask	K
And the sun shone without his sneer	H2
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Then he carried it home and put it on a shelf	I2
But it was only grey in the gloom	J2
So he fetched a pail and a bit of cloth	K2
And he went outside with a broom	J2
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And he washed his windows just to let the sun	R
Lie upon his new found vase	L2
And when evening came he moved it down	R
And put it on a table near the place	L2
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Where a candle fluttered in a draught from the door	M2
The old man forgot to swear	E2
Watching its shadow grown a mammoth size	N2
Dancing in the kitchen there	E2
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He forgot to revile the sun next morning	K
When he found his vase afire in its light	C2
And he carried it out of the house that day	L
And kept it close beside him until night	C2
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And so it happened from day to day	L
The old man fed his life	O2
On the beauty of his vase on its perfect shape	P2
And his soul forgot its former strife	O2
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And the village folk came and begged to see	B
The flagon which was dug from the ground	Q2
And the old man never thought of an oath in his joy	R2
At showing what he had found	Q2
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One day the master of the village school	S2
Passed him as he stooped at toil	T2
Hoeing for a bean row and at his side	G
Was the vase on the turned up soil	T2
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My friend said the schoolmaster pompous and kind	U2
That's a valuable thing you have there	E2
But it might get broken out of doors	V2
It should meet with the utmost care	E2
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What are you doing with it out here	W2
Why Sir said the poor old man	R
I like to have it about do you see	B
To be with it all I can	R
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You will smash it said the schoolmaster sternly right	C2
Mark my words and see	B
And he walked away while the old man looked	X2
At his treasure despondingly	T2
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Then he smiled to himself for it was his	Y2
He had toiled for it and now he cared	Z2
Yes loved its shape and its subtle swift hues	A3
Which his own hard work had bared	Z2
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He would carry it round with him everywhere	E2
As it gave him joy to do	N
A fragile vase should not stand in a bean row	B3
Who would dare to say so Who	N
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Then his heart was rested and his fears gave way	L
And he bent to his hoe again	R
A clod rolled down and his foot slipped back	K
And he lurched with a cry of pain	R
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For the blade of the hoe crashed into glass	A2
And the vase fell to iridescent sherds	A2
The old man's body heaved with slow dry sobs	A2
He did not curse he had no words	A2
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He gathered the fragments one by one	R
And his fingers were cut and torn	R
Then he made a hole in the very place	A2
Whence the beautiful vase had been borne	R
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He covered the hole and he patted it down	R
Then he hobbled to his house and shut the door	M2
He tore up his coat and nailed it at the windows	A2
That no beam of light should cross the floor	M2
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He sat down in front of the empty hearth	C3
And he neither ate nor drank	K
In three days they found him dead and cold	D3
And they said What a queer old crank	K

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