Page:Departmental Ditties and Ballads and Barrack-Room Ballads, Kipling, 1899.djvu/100

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POSSIBILITIES

Ay, lay him 'neath the Simla pine—
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
And that cool rest-house down the glen,


Whence he shall hear, as spirits may,
Our mundane revel on the height,
Shall watch each flashing 'rickshaw-light
Sweep on to dinner, dance, and play.


Benmore shall woo him to the ball
With lighted rooms and braying band:
And he shall hear and understand
"Dream Faces" better than us all.


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