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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510859" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Possibilities</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ay, lay him 'neath the Simla pine --<br>A fortnight fully to be missed,<br>Behold, we lose our fourth at whist,<br>A chair is vacant where we dine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His place forgets him; other men<br>Have bought his ponies, guns, and traps.<br>His fortune is the Great Perhaps<br>And that cool rest-house down the glen,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whence he shall hear, as spirits may,<br>Our mundance revel on the height,<br>Shall watch each flashing 'rickshaw-light<br>Sweep on to dinner, dance, and play.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Benmore shall woo him to the ball<br>With lighted rooms and braying band;<br>And he shall hear and understand<br>&quot;Dream Faces&quot; better than us all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, think you, as the vapours flee<br>Across Sanjaolie after rain,<br>His soul may climb the hill again<br>To each of field of victory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unseen, who women held so dear,<br>The strong man's yearning to his kind<br>Shall shake at most the window-blind,<br>Or dull awhile the card-room's cheer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In his own place of power unkown,<br>His Light o' Love another's flame,<br>And he and alien and alone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet may he meet with many a friend --<br>Shrewd shadows, lingering long unseen<br>Among us when &quot;God save the Queen&quot;<br>Shows even &quot;extras&quot; have an end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, when we leave the heated room,<br>And, when at four the lights expire,<br>The crew shall gather round the fire<br>And mock our laughter in the gloom;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Talk as we talked, and they ere death --<br>Flirt wanly, dance in ghostly-wise,<br>With ghosts of tunes for melodies,<br>And vanish at the morning's breath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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A fortnight fully to be missed,
Behold, we lose our fourth at whist,
A chair is vacant where we dine.

His place forgets him; other men
Have bought his ponies, guns, and traps.
His fortune is the Great Perhaps
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