Phyllis

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Title:     Phyllis
Author: Gilbert Parker [More Titles by Parker]

Phyllis, I knew you once when I was young,
And travelled to your land of Arcady.
Do you, of all the songs, wild songs, before you flung,
Remember mine--its buoyant melody,
Its hope, its pride; do you remember it?
It was the song that makes the world go round;
I bought it of a Boy: in scars I paid for it,
Phyllis, to you who jested at my wound.

[The end]
Gilbert Parker's poem: Phyllis

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