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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374254" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Unofficial</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ONE morning, my heart can remember, <br>I sat dreaming there, <br>In the 'governor's' chair <br>In the office. The month was November, <br>And the weather a subject for prayer. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>My mind strayed through visions unbounded-- <br>Far-off seemed the din <br>That King William Street's in, <br>And the quill of the 'junior' sounded <br>Like the squeak of an elf's violin. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I was roused with a start--some one entered. <br>Though ground-glass divide <br>Off the sanctum inside, <br>The star where my homage was centred <br>In the office without I descried. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Oh, kind Fate, to bring me my Kitty! <br>The boy I can send <br>At the bank to attend: <br>One partner's just gone from the City, <br>And the other is at the West End. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Change two pounds, boy, for threepenny pieces! <br>And there isn't a franc <br>In the place!--I will thank <br>You to take down these coupons from Creasy's <br>To the London and Westminster Bank.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>He is gone! This can never be Kitty, <br>Alone here with me! <br>Can this ever be she, <br>Laughing here in the heart of the City, <br>With the old office cat on her knee? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'I hope, Ben,' she says, 'you are stronger, <br>And I hope it's not true <br>Work is injuring you; <br>And I'd better not stay any longer, <br>As you seem to have so much to do!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But she does not go yet. Still she lingers, <br>Dry deed-boxes press <br>The crisp folds of her dress, <br>While the desk feels inquisitive fingers <br>In a touch that is half a caress. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Now, dreary and quiet the place is; <br>Here's the space on the floor <br>I remember of yore, <br>Which was brushed by her ribbons and laces <br>As she smiled her 'good-bye' at the door. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The violets she wore in her bosom, <br>So scented, dew-wet, <br>Are hard to forget; <br>The dim office grew fair with each blossom, <br>And their fragrance seems haunting it yet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I'm in partnership now with old Bradley; <br>His brother is dead, <br>So I stand as the Head <br>Of affairs; and I'm thinking thus sadly <br>Of the sweetness of days that have fled. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>My Wimbledon house--all that's in it-- <br>My life, with its dower <br>Of money-bag power-- <br>I would throw to the dogs in a minute, <br>To recall from those days but one hour. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Lost light of my eyes, little Kitty! <br>Too late now, too late; <br>But I'd give my estate <br>To be once more a clerk in the City-- <br>In the office with you tête-à-tête.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edith+Nesbit">Edith Nesbit</a><div class=q>
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I sat dreaming there, 
In the 'governor's' chair 
In the office. The month was November, 
And the weather a subject for prayer. 


My mind strayed through visions unbounded-- 
Far-off seemed the din 
That King ..."></div>
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