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They leave us artists singers all	A
When London calls aloud	B
Commanding to her Festival	C
The gifted crowd	B
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She sits beside the ship choked Thames	D
Sad weary cruel grand	E
Her crown imperial gleams with gems	D
From many a land	E
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From overseas and far away	F
Come crowded ships and ships	G
Grim faced she gazes on them yea	F
With scornful lips	G
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The garden of the earth is wide	H
Its rarest blooms she picks	I
To deck her board this haggard eyed	H
Imperatrix	I
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Sad sad is she and yearns for mirth	J
With voice of golden guile	K
She lures men from the ends of earth	J
To make her smile	K
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The student of wild human ways	I
In wild new lands the sage	L
With new great thoughts the bard whose lays	I
Bring youth to age	L
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The painter young whose pictures shine	M
With colours magical	C
The singer with the voice divine	M
She lures them all	A
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But all their new is old to her	N
Who bore the Anakim	O
She gives them gold or Charon's fare	P
As suits her whim	O
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Crowned Ogress old and sad and wise	I
She sits with painted face	I
And hard imperious cruel eyes	I
In her high place	I
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To him who for her pleasure lives	I
And makes her wish his goal	Q
A rich Tarpeian gift she gives	I
That slays his soul	Q
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The story teller from the Isles	I
Upon the Empire's rim	O
With smiles she welcomes and her smiles	I
Are death to him	O
	-
For Her whose pleasure is her law	R
In vain the shy heart bleeds	I
The Genius with the Iron jaw	R
Alone succeeds	I
	-
And when the Poet's lays grow bland	E
And urbanised and prim	O
She stretches forth a jewelled hand	E
And strangles him	O
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She sits beside the ship choked Thames	I
With Sphinx like lips apart	S
Mistress of many diadems	I
Death in her heart	S

Victor James Daley

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