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