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ONK! Tonk! Tonk! Tonk! From his retreat, Unwearying through the noonday heat, The Coppersmith maintains his song, A constant cadence like a gong, A changeless hard metallic beat. Tonk! Tonk! Tonk! Tonk!

I would that he and I might meet, I think he would not then repeat That one remark the whole day long— Tonk! Tonk! Tonk! Tonk!

To-day, I dreamt of you, my Sweet: I sped to you on eager feet, Forgotten pain, forgiven wrong, Since Love was lord, enthroned and strong! What woke me from that dear deceit? Tonk! Tonk! Tonk! Tonk!

Shahjehanpore, N.W.P.