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Of what does this poor exile dream	A
His garden plot his dewy mead	B
Perchance his tools perchance his team	A
But ever of murdered France indeed	B
Her memory makes his sad heart bleed	B
While those that slew her clutch their pay	C
The exile pleads with bitter cry	D
One cannot live with bread away	C
Afar from home one's fain how fain to die	D
	-
The workman sees his workshop still	E
And the poor peasant his loved cot	F
Sweet homely flowers on the window sill	E
Or the bright hearth when flowers bloom not	F
Smiling on all things unforgot	F
E'en flickering on that nook whence aye	D
His grandmam's bed erst met his eye	D
One cannot live with bread away	C
Afar from home one's fain how fain to die	D
	-
In springtime swarm the honey bees	G
Pert sparrows quick heaven's gifts to share	H
Blithe 'mong the barley crop one sees	G
Sad little rogues sans though or care	H
They rob as though they eagles were	I
An old world chateau ivied grey	C
Crumbles the snug farmstead anigh	J
One cannot live with bread away	C
Afar from home one's fain how fain to die	D
	-
With file and mallet one can live	J
And keep one's wife and youngster's bright	F
One works from faintest dawn till eve	J
And in the toil finds true delight	F
O sacred labour life and light	F
Our fathers toiled till wearied they	C
Resigned the tools with a smile or sigh	D
One cannot live with bread away	C
Afar from home one's fain how fain to die	D
	-
On holidays the artisan	K
His tools and cares all cheerily stowing	L
Singing brave songs which bless or ban	M
Cap jaunty on brow blouse loosely flowing	L
Forth to some festal haunt is going	L
One eats a rabbit so they say	C
And quaffs sour wine of Hungary	N
One cannot live with bread away	C
Afar from home one's fain how fain to die	D
	-
On Sundays aye the peasant strong	L
Sings out for Jeanne or Jacqueline	O
'Now sweetheart quickly come along	L
I warrant me with ribbons fine	P
To dance on the hill till stars bright shine '	-
The sabot hath a tricksy way	C
Of making music in July	D
One cannot live with bread away	C
Afar from home one's fain how fain to die	D
	-
Mournfully aye the exiles muse	Q
With spirit alas nigh broken down	R
Still they regard the darkling yews	Q
That on green peaceful graves still frown	R
One dreams of Germany and one	K
Of poor bruised Poland hapless prey	C
And one of beauteous Italy	N
One cannot live with bread away	C
Afar from home one's fain how fain to die	D
	-
An exile tired of hopeless pain	S
Lay dying calm scarce sad looked he	N
'Why die ' I gently asked him then	T
He answered 'Is life sweet to thee '	-
Then smiled 'I shall at length be free	N
Farewell I die O France for aye	D
Thee shall the tyrant crucify '	-
One cannot live with bread away	C
Afar from home one's fain how fain to die	D
	-
'I die because I see no longer	I
The fields erewhile the world to me	N
I die because I hear no longer	I
The birds my whole world's melody	N
My soul is where I cannot be	N
'Twixt four rough planks my body lay	C
And bury me I care not I '	-
One cannot live with bread away	C
Afar from home one's fain how fain to die	D

Victor Marie Hugo

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