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And you are the poet and so you want	A
Something what is it a theme a fancy	B
Something or other the Muse won't grant	C
To your old poetical necromancy	B
Why one half you poets you can't deny	D
Don't know the Muse when you chance to meet her	E
But sit in your attics and mope and sigh	D
For a faineant goddess to drop from the sky	D
When flesh and blood may be standing by	D
Quite at your service should you but greet her	E
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What if I told you my own romance	F
Women are poets if you so take them	G
One third poet the rest what chance	F
Of man and marriage may choose to make them	G
Give me ten minutes before you go	H
Here at the window we'll sit together	E
Watching the currents that ebb and flow	H
Watching the world as it drifts below	H
Up the hot Avenue's dusty glow	H
Isn't it pleasant this bright June weather	E
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Well it was after the war broke out	I
And I was a schoolgirl fresh from Paris	J
Papa had contracts and roamed about	I
And I did nothing for I was an heiress	K
Picked some lint now I think perhaps	L
Knitted some stockings a dozen nearly	B
Havelocks made for the soldiers' caps	L
Stood at fair tables and peddled traps	L
Quite at a profit The shoulder straps	L
Thought I was pretty Ah thank you really	B
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Still it was stupid Rata tat tat	M
Those were the sounds of that battle summer	E
Till the earth seemed a parchment round and flat	M
And every footfall the tap of a drummer	E
And day by day down the Avenue went	N
Cavalry infantry all together	E
Till my pitying angel one day sent	N
My fate in the shape of a regiment	O
That halted just as the day was spent	N
Here at our door in the bright June weather	E
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None of your dandy warriors they	P
Men from the West but where I know not	Q
Haggard and travel stained worn and gray	P
With never a ribbon or lace or bow knot	Q
And I opened the window and leaning there	R
I felt in their presence the free winds blowing	S
My neck and shoulders and arms were bare	R
I did not dream they might think me fair	R
But I had some flowers that night in my hair	R
And here on my bosom a red rose glowing	S
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And I looked from the window along the line	T
Dusty and dirty and grim and solemn	U
Till an eye like a bayonet flash met mine	T
And a dark face shone from the darkening column	U
And a quick flame leaped to my eyes and hair	R
Till cheeks and shoulders burned all together	E
And the next I found myself standing there	R
With my eyelids wet and my cheeks less fair	R
And the rose from my bosom tossed high in air	R
Like a blood drop falling on plume and feather	E
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Then I drew back quickly there came a cheer	V
A rush of figures a noise and tussle	W
And then it was over and high and clear	V
My red rose bloomed on his gun's black muzzle	W
Then far in the darkness a sharp voice cried	X
And slowly and steadily all together	E
Shoulder to shoulder and side to side	X
Rising and falling and swaying wide	X
But bearing above them the rose my pride	X
They marched away in the twilight weather	E
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And I leaned from my window and watched my rose	Y
Tossed on the waves of the surging column	U
Warmed from above in the sunset glows	Y
Borne from below by an impulse solemn	U
Then I shut the window I heard no more	Z
Of my soldier friend nor my flower neither	E
But lived my life as I did before	Z
I did not go as a nurse to the war	Z
Sick folks to me are a dreadful bore	Z
So I didn't go to the hospital either	E
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You smile O poet and what do you	A2
You lean from your window and watch life's column	U
Trampling and struggling through dust and dew	A2
Filled with its purposes grave and solemn	U
And an act a gesture a face who knows	Y
Touches your fancy to thrill and haunt you	A2
And you pluck from your bosom the verse that grows	Y
And down it flies like my red red rose	Y
And you sit and dream as away it goes	Y
And think that your duty is done now don't you	A2
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I know your answer I'm not yet through	A2
Look at this photograph In the Trenches	B2
That dead man in the coat of blue	A2
Holds a withered rose in his hand That clenches	C2
Nothing except that the sun paints true	A2
And a woman is sometimes prophetic minded	D2
And that's my romance And poet you	A2
Take it and mould it to suit your view	A2
And who knows but you may find it too	A2
Come to your heart once more as mine did	E2

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