![]() The rag-time kid was having a drink there was no one else on the stool, So the stranger stumbles across the room, and flops down there like a fool. His eyes went rubbering round the room, and he seemed in a kind of daze, Till at last that old piano fell in the way of his wandering gaze. Then I got to figgering who he was, and wondering what he'd do, And I turned my head - and there watching him was the lady that's known as Lou. ![]() There's men that somehow just grip your eyes, and hold them hard like a spell And such was he, and he looked to me like a man who had lived in hell With a face most hair, and the dreary stare of a dog whose day is done, As he watered the green stuff in his glass, and the drops fell one by one. ![]() There was none could place the stranger's face, though we searched ourselves for a clue But we drank his health, and the last to drink was Dangerous Dan McGrew. He looked like a man with a foot in the grave and scarcely the strength of a louse, Yet he tilted a poke of dust on the bar, and he called for drinks for the house. When out of the night, which was fifty below, and into the din and the glare, There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty, and loaded for bear. O, weep for Adonais -he is dead! Wake, melancholy Mother, wake and weep! Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep Like his, a mute and uncomplaining sleep For he is gone, where all things wise and fair Descend -oh, dream not that the amorous Deep Will yet restore him to the vital air Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.Ī bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew, And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou. On these web pages are those of the web authors.I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head! And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers, And teach them thine own sorrow, say: "With me Died Adonais till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity!" Where wert thou, mighty Mother, when he lay, When thy Son lay, pierced by the shaft which flies In darkness? where was lorn Urania When Adonais died? With veiled eyes, Mid listening Echoes, in her Paradise She sate, while one, with soft enamoured breath, Rekindled all the fading melodies With which, like flowers that mock the corse beneath, He had adorned and hid the coming bulk of death. With BSA or WOSM and does not speak on behalf of BSA or WOSM. Be the first one to comment Follow Us Share Show More Comments GIF Comment in moderation 0 0 Reply x Edit Delete Delete the comment No thanks Delete GIF. Non-Scouting purposes without the express permission of the U. Used or reproduced for electronic redistribution or for commercial or other Other Scouting and Guiding Organizations. Of the Boy Scouts of America (BSA), the World Organization of the Scout Movement (WOSM) or Scouting volunteers for training purposes consistent with the programs ![]() Websites may be reproduced and used locally by Many images are copyrighted to other parties and used by permission. Original images created by USSSP are copyrighted to USSSP. Images displayed on this page under the heading "Browse The Collection" were contributed from many sources. ![]()
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