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From Scribner’s Magazine. Volume 12, Issue 5; Charles Scribner’s Sons, New York; November, 1892, p. 576.


576

VILLON.

Francis B. Gummere.



“Au fort, je meurs amant martir,
  Du nombre des amoureux saints!”

Petit Testament.


AH, my singer of olden days,
     That tweaked your stupid time by the nose,
Taunted, tippled, and went your ways —
What did you care for laurels and bays?
    Down from the balcony fluttered a rose.


High in the heaven of heavens afar,
    Glittered your planet — “Glory,” suppose;
And ways so foul should the wanderer bar!
What did you care for the mire — or the star?
    Down from the balcony fluttered a rose.




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