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I dread that street its haggard face	A
I have not seen for eight long years	B
A mother's curse is on the place	A
There's blood my reader in her tears	C
No child of man shall ever track	D
Through filthy dust the singer's feet	E
A fierce old memory drags me back	D
I hate its name I dread that street	E
	-
Upon the lap of green sweet lands	F
Whose months are like your English Mays	G
I try to hide in Lethe's sands	F
The bitter old Bohemian days	G
But sorrow speaks in singing leaf	H
And trouble talketh in the tide	I
The skirts of a stupendous grief	H
Are trailing ever at my side	I
	-
I will not say who suffered there	J
'Tis best the name aloof to keep	K
Because the world is very fair	J
Its light should sing the dark to sleep	K
But let me whisper in that street	E
A woman faint through want of bread	L
Has often pawned the quilt and sheet	E
And wept upon a barren bed	L
	-
How gladly would I change my theme	M
Or cease the song and steal away	N
But on the hill and by the stream	M
A ghost is with me night and day	N
A dreadful darkness full of wild	O
Chaotic visions comes to me	P
I seem to hear a dying child	O
Its mother's face I seem to see	P
	-
Here surely on this bank of bloom	Q
My verse with shine would ever flow	R
But ah it comes the rented room	Q
With man and wife who suffered so	R
From flower and leaf there is no hint	S
I only see a sharp distress	T
A lady in a faded print	S
A careworn writer for the press	T
	-
I only hear the brutal curse	U
Of landlord clamouring for his pay	N
And yonder is the pauper's hearse	U
That comes to take a child away	N
Apart and with the half grey head	L
Of sudden age again I see	P
The father writing by the dead	L
To earn the undertaker's fee	P
	-
No tear at all is asked for him	V
A drunkard well deserves his life	W
But voice will quiver eyes grow dim	V
For her the patient pure young wife	W
The gentle girl of better days	G
As timid as a mountain fawn	X
Who used to choose untrodden ways	G
And place at night her rags in pawn	X
	-
She could not face the lighted square	J
Or show the street her poor thin dress	T
In one close chamber bleak and bare	J
She hid her burden of distress	T
Her happy schoolmates used to drive	Y
On gaudy wheels the town about	Z
The meat that keeps a dog alive	Y
She often had to go without	Z
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I tell you this is not a tale	A2
Conceived by me but bitter truth	B2
Bohemia knows it pinched and pale	A2
Beside the pyre of burnt out youth	B2
These eyes of mine have often seen	C2
The sweet girl wife in winters rude	D2
Steal out at night through courts unclean	C2
To hunt about for chips of wood	E2
	-
Have I no word at all for him	V
Who used down fetid lanes to slink	D
And squat in tap room corners grim	V
And drown his thoughts in dregs of drink	D
This much I'll say that when the flame	F2
Of reason reassumed its force	G2
The hell the Christian fears to name	F2
Was heaven to his fierce remorse	G2
	-
Just think of him beneath the ban	H2
And steeped in sorrow to the neck	D
Without a friend a feeble man	H2
In failing health a human wreck	D
With all his sense and scholarship	I2
How could he face his fading wife	W
The devil never lifted whip	I2
With thongs like those that scourged his life	W
	-
But He in whom the dying thief	H
Upon the Cross did place his trust	J2
Forgets the sin and feels the grief	H
And lifts the sufferer from the dust	J2
And now because I have a dream	M
The man and woman found the light	K2
A glory burns upon the stream	M
With gold and green the woods are bright	K2
	-
But still I hate that haggard street	E
Its filthy courts its alleys wild	O
In dreams of it I always meet	E
The phantom of a wailing child	O
The name of it begets distress	T
Ah song be silent show no more	L2
The lady in the perished dress	T
The scholar on the tap room floor	L2

Henry Kendall

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