<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381303" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ballad by the Fire</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slowly I smoke and hug my knee, <br>The while a witless masquerade <br>Of things that only children see <br>Floats in a mist of light and shade: <br>They pass, a flimsy cavalcade, <br>And with a weak, remindful glow, <br>The falling embers break and fade, <br>As one by one the phantoms go. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, with a melancholy glee <br>To think where once my fancy strayed, <br>I muse on what the years may be <br>Whose coming tales are all unsaid, <br>Till tongs and shovel, snugly laid <br>Within their shadowed niches, grow </div><div style="margin:10px 0">By grim degrees to pick and spade, <br>As one by one the phantoms go. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But then, what though the mystic Three <br>Around me ply their merry trade? -- <br>And Charon soon may carry me <br>Across the gloomy Stygian glade? -- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be up, my soul! nor be afraid <br>Of what some unborn year may show; <br>But mind your human debts are paid, <br>As one by one the phantoms go. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">ENVOY</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life is the game that must be played: <br>This truth at least, good friend, we know; <br>So live and laugh, nor be dismayed <br>As one by one the phantoms go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edwin+Arlington+Robinson">Edwin Arlington Robinson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381303" data-title="Ballad by the Fire de Edwin Arlington Robinson" data-description="Slowly I smoke and hug my knee, The while a witless masquerade Of things that only children see Floats in a mist of light and shade: They pass, a flimsy cavalcade, And with a weak, remindful glow, The falling embers break and fade, As one b..."></div> </div> </div>

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