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I only knew one poet in my life	A
And this or something like it was his way	B
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You saw go up and down Valladolid	C
A man of mark to know next time you saw	D
His very serviceable suit of black	E
Was courtly once and conscientious still	F
And many might have worn it though none did	C
The cloak that somewhat shone and shewed the threads	G
Had purpose and the ruff significance	H
He walked and tapped the pavement with his cane	I
Scenting the world looking it full in face	J
An old dog bald and blindish at his heels	K
They turned up now the alley by the church	L
That leads no whither now they breathed themselves	M
On the main promenade just at the wrong time	N
You'd come upon his scrutinising hat	C
Making a peaked shade blacker than itself	O
Against the single window spared some house	P
Intact yet with its mouldered Moorish work	Q
Or else surprise the ferrel of his stick	R
Trying the mortar's temper 'tween the chinks	S
Of some new shop a building French and fine	T
He stood and watched the cobbler at his trade	C
The man who slices lemons into drink	U
The coffee roaster's brazier and the boys	V
That volunteer to help him turn its winch	W
He glanced o'er books on stalls with half an eye	X
And fly leaf ballads on the vendor's string	Y
And broad edge bold print posters by the wall	Z
He took such cognisance of men and things	A2
If any beat a horse you felt he saw	D
If any cursed a woman he took note	C
Yet stared at nobody they stared at him	B2
And found less to their pleasure than surprise	C2
He seemed to know them and expect as much	D2
So next time that a neighbour's tongue was loose	E2
It marked the shameful and notorious fact	C
We had among us not so much a spy	X
As a recording chief inquisitor	F2
The town's true master if the town but knew	G2
We merely kept a Governor for form	H2
While this man walked about and took account	C
Of all thought said and acted then went home	I2
And wrote it fully to our Lord the King	Y
Who has an itch to know things He knows why	X
And reads them in His bed room of a night	C
Oh you might smile there wanted not a touch	D2
A tang of well it was not wholly ease	J2
As back into your mind the man's look came	K2
Stricken in years a little such a brow	L2
His eyes had to live under clear as flint	C
On either side the formidable nose	M2
Curved cut and coloured like an eagle's claw	D
Had he to do with A 's surprising fate	C
When altogether old B disappeared	C
And young C got his mistress was't our friend	C
His letter to the King that did it all	Z
What paid the bloodless man for so much pains	N2
Our Lord the King has favourites manifold	C
And shifts his ministry some once a month	O2
Our city gets new Governors at whiles	P2
But never word or sign that I could hear	Q2
Notified to this man about the streets	R2
The King's approval of those letters conned	C
The last thing duly at the dead of night	C
Did the man love his office frowned our Lord	C
Exhorting when none heard Beseech me not	C
Too far above my people beneath Me	S2
I set the watch how should the people know	T2
Forget them keep Me all the more in mind	C
Was some such understanding 'twixt the Two	G2
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I found no truth in one report at least	C
That if you tracked him to his home down lanes	N2
Beyond the Jewry and as clean to pace	J
You found he ate his supper in a room	U2
Blazing with lights four Titians on the wall	Z
And twenty naked girls to change his plate	C
Poor man he lived another kind of life	A
In that new stuccoed third house by the bridge	V2
Fresh painted rather smart than otherwise	C2
The whole street might o'erlook him as he sat	C
Leg crossing leg one foot on the dog's back	E
Playing a decent cribbage with his maid	C
Jacynth you're sure her name was o'er the cheese	J2
And fruit three red halves of starved winter pears	W2
Or treat of radishes in April nine	T
Ten struck the church clock straight to bed went he	S2
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My father like the man of sense he was	X2
Would point him out to me a dozen times	Y2
St St he'd whisper the Corregidor	Z2
I had been used to think that personage	V2
Was one with lacquered breeches lustrous belt	C
And feathers like a forest in his hat	C
Who blew a trumpet and proclaimed the news	A3
Announced the bull fights gave each church its turn	B3
And memorized the miracle in vogue	C3
He had a great observance from us boys	V
I was in error that was not the man	D3
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I'd like now yet had haply been afraid	C
To have just looked when this man came to die	X
And seen who lined the clean gay garret's sides	E3
And stood about the neat low truckle bed	C
With the heavenly manner of relieving guard	C
Here had been mark the general in chief	F3
Thro' a whole campaign of the world's life and death	G3
Doing the King's work all the dim day long	H3
In his old coat and up to his knees in mud	C
Smoked like a herring dining on a crust	C
And now the day was won relieved at once	H
No further show or need for that old coat	C
You are sure for one thing Bless us all the while	I3
How sprucely we are dressed out you and I	X
A second and the angels alter that	C
Well I could never write a verse could you	G2
Let's to the Prado and make the most of time	N

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