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Rh Thus slew they Hans the blue-eyed Dane,

Bull-throated, bare of arm,

But Anne of Austria looted first

The maid Ultruda's charm—

The little silver crucifix

That keeps a man from harm.



POSSIBILITIES

Y, 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 &apos;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.

For, think you, as the vapours flee

Across Sanjaolie after rain,

His soul may climb the hill again

To each old field of victory.

