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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508281" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Decadence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before the florid portico<br>I watched the gamblers come and go,<br>While by me on a bench there sat<br>A female in a faded hat;<br>A shabby, shrinking, crumpled creature,<br>Of waxy casino-ward with eyes<br>Of lost soul seeking paradise. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then from the Caf&eacute; de la Paix<br>There shambled forth a waiter fellow,<br>Clad dingily, down-stooped and grey,<br>With hollow face, careworn and yellow.<br>With furtive feet before our seat<br>He came to a respectful stand,<br>And bowed, my sorry crone to greet,<br>Saying: &quot;Princess, I kiss your hand.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She gave him such a gracious smile,<br>And bade him linger by her side;<br>So there they talked a little while<br>Of kingly pomp and country pride;<br>Of Marquis This and Prince von That,<br>Of Old Vienna, glamour gay. . . .<br>Then sad he rose and raised his hat:<br>Saying: &quot;My tables I must lay.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Yea, you must go, dear Count,&quot; she said,<br>&quot;For luncheon tables must be laid.&quot;<br>He sighed: from his alpaca jacket<br>He pressed into her hand a packet,<br>&quot;Sorry, to-day it's all I'm rich in -<br>A chicken sandwich from the kitchen.&quot;<br>Then bowed and left her after she<br>Had thanked him with sweet dignity. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She pushed the package out of sight,<br>Within her bag and closed it tight;<br>But by and bye I saw her go<br>To where thick laurel bushes grow,<br>And there behind that leafy screen,<br>Thinking herself by all unseen,<br>That sandwich! How I saw her grab it,<br>And gulp it like a starving rabbit! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thinks I: Is all that talk a bluff -<br>Their dukes and kings and courtly stuff:<br>The way she ate, why one would say<br>She hadn't broken fast all day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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I watched the gamblers come and go,
While by me on a bench there sat
A female in a faded hat;
A shabby, shrinking, crumpled creature,
Of waxy casino-ward with eyes
Of lost soul seeking paradise. 

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