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A yellow band of light upon the street	B
Pours from an open door and makes a wide	C
Pathway of bright gold across a sheet	B
Of calm and liquid moonshine From inside	C
Come shouts and streams of laughter and a snatch	D
Of song soon drowned and lost again in mirth	E
The clip of tankards on a table top	F
And stir of booted heels Against the patch	D
Of candle light a shadow falls its girth	E
Proclaims the host himself and master of his shop	F
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This is the tavern of one Hilverdink	G
Jan Hilverdink whose wines are much esteemed	H
Within his cellar men can have to drink	G
The rarest cordials old monks ever schemed	H
To coax from pulpy grapes and with nice art	I
Improve and spice their virgin juiciness	J
Here froths the amber beer of many a brew	K
Crowning each pewter tankard with as smart	I
A cap as ever in his wantonness	J
Winter set glittering on top of an old yew	K
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Tall candles stand upon the table where	L
Are twisted glasses ruby sparked with wine	M
Clarets and ports Those topaz bumpers were	N
Drained from slim long necked bottles of the Rhine	M
The centre of the board is piled with pipes	J
Slender and clean the still unbaptized clay	O
Awaits its burning fate Behind the vault	P
Stretches from dim to dark a groping way	O
Bordered by casks and puncheons whose brass stripes	J
And bands gleam dully still beyond the gay tumult	Q
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'For good old Master Hilverdink a toast '	-
Clamoured a youth with tassels on his boots	J
'Bring out your oldest brandy for a boast	R
From that small barrel in the very roots	J
Of your deep cellar man Why here is Max	J
Ho Welcome Max you're scarcely here in time	S
We want to drink to old Jan's luck and smoke	G
His best tobacco for a grand climax	J
Here Jan a paper fragrant as crushed thyme	S
We'll have the best to wish you luck or may we choke '	-
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Max Breuck unclasped his broadcloth cloak and sat	T
'Well thought of Franz here's luck to Mynheer Jan '	-
The host set down a jar then to a vat	T
Lost in the distance of his cellar ran	U
Max took a pipe as graceful as the stem	V
Of some long tulip crammed it full and drew	K
The pungent smoke deep to his grateful lung	G
It curled all blue throughout the cave and flew	K
Into the silver night At once there flung	G
Into the crowded shop a boy who cried to them	V
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'Oh sirs is there some learned lawyer here	W
Some advocate or all wise counsellor	N
My master sent me to inquire where	L
Such men do mostly be but every door	X
Was shut and barred for late has grown the hour	N
I pray you tell me where I may now find	Y
One versed in law the matter will not wait '	-
'I am a lawyer boy ' said Max 'my mind	Y
Is not locked to my business though 'tis late	Z
I shall be glad to serve what way is in my power	N
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Then once more cloaked and ready he set out	A2
Tripping the footsteps of the eager boy	B2
Along the dappled cobbles while the rout	A2
Within the tavern jeered at his employ	B2
Through new burst elm leaves filtered the white moon	C2
Who peered and splashed between the twinkling boughs	J
Flooded the open spaces and took flight	D2
Before tall serried houses in platoon	C2
Guarded by shadows Past the Custom House	J
They took their hurried way in the Spring scented night	D2
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Before a door which fronted a canal	E2
The boy halted A dim tree shaded spot	F2
The water lapped the stones in musical	G2
And rhythmic tappings and a galliot	F2
Slumbered at anchor with no light aboard	F2
The boy knocked twice and steps approached A flame	H2
Winked through the keyhole then a key was turned	F2
And through the open door Max went toward	F2
Another door whence sound of voices came	H2
He entered a large room where candelabra burned	F2
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An aged man in quilted dressing gown	I2
Rose up to greet him 'Sir ' said Max 'you sent	F2
Your messenger to seek throughout the town	I2
A lawyer I have small accomplishment	F2
But I am at your service and my name	H2
Is Max Breuck Counsellor at your command '	-
'Mynheer ' replied the aged man 'obliged	F2
Am I and count myself much privileged	F2
I am Cornelius Kurler and my fame	H2
Is better known on distant oceans than on land	F2
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My ship has tasted water in strange seas	J
And bartered goods at still uncharted isles	J
She's oft coquetted with a tropic breeze	J
And sheered off hurricanes with jaunty smiles '	-
'Tush Kurler ' here broke in the other man	U
'Enough of poetry draw the deed and sign '	-
The old man seemed to wizen at the voice	J
'My good friend Grootver ' he at once began	U
'No introductions let us have some wine	M
And business now that you at last have made your choice '	-
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A harsh and disagreeable man he proved to be	J2
This Grootver with no single kindly thought	F2
Kurler explained his old hands nervously	J2
Twisting his beard His vessel he had bought	F2
From Grootver He had thought to soon repay	O
The ducats borrowed but an adverse wind	F2
Had so delayed him that his cargo brought	F2
But half its proper price the very day	O
He came to port he stepped ashore to find	F2
The market glutted and his counted profits naught	F2
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Little by little Max made out the way	O
That Grootver pressed that poor harassed old man	U
His money he must have too long delay	O
Had turned the usurer to a ruffian	U
'But let me take my ship with many bales	J
Of cotton stuffs dyed crimson green and blue	K
Cunningly patterned made to suit the taste	F2
Of mandarin's ladies when my battered sails	J
Open for home such stores will I bring you	K
That all your former ventures will be counted waste	F2
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Such light and foamy silks like crinkled cream	K2
And indigo more blue than sun whipped seas	J
Spices and fragrant trees a massive beam	K2
Of sandalwood and pungent China teas	J
Tobacco coffee ' Grootver only laughed	F2
Max heard it all and worse than all he heard	F2
The deed to which the sailor gave his word	F2
He shivered 'twas as if the villain gaffed	F2
The old man with a boat hook bleeding spent	F2
He begged for life nor knew at all the road he went	F2
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For Kurler had a daughter young and gay	O
Carefully reared and shielded rarely seen	U
But on one black and most unfriendly day	O
Grootver had caught her as she passed between	U
The kitchen and the garden She had run	U
In fear of him his evil leering eye	L2
And when he came she bolted in her room	M2
Refused to show though gave no reason why	L2
The spinning of her future had begun	U
On quiet nights she heard the whirring of her doom	M2
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Max mended an old goosequill by the fire	N
Loathing his work but seeing no thing to do	F2
He felt his hands were building up the pyre	N
To burn two souls and seized with vertigo	G
He staggered to his chair Before him lay	O
White paper still unspotted by a crime	S
'Now young man write ' said Grootver in his ear	W
' If in two years my vessel should yet stay	O
From Amsterdam I give Grootver sometime	S
A friend my daughter for his lawful wife ' Now swear '	-
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And Kurler swore a palsied tottering sound	F2
And traced his name a shaking wandering line	U
Then dazed he sat there speechless from his wound	F2
Grootver got up 'Fair voyage the brigantine '	-
He shuffled from the room and left the house	J
His footsteps wore to silence down the street	F2
At last the aged man began to rouse	J
With help he once more gained his trembling feet	F2
'My daughter Mynheer Breuck is friendless now	U
Will you watch over her I ask a solemn vow '	-
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Max laid his hand upon the old man's arm	N2
'Before God sir I vow when you are gone	U
So to protect your daughter from all harm	N2
As one man may ' Thus sorrowful forlorn	U
The situation to Max Breuck appeared	F2
He gave his promise almost without thought	F2
Nor looked to see a difficulty 'Bred	F2
Gently to watch a mother left alone	U
Bound by a dying father's wish who feared	F2
The world's accustomed harshness when he should be dead	F2
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Such was my case from youth Mynheer Kurler	W
Last Winter she died also and my days	J
Are passed in work lest I should grieve for her	W
And undo ha	O2