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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511068" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Playmate</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511068" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She is not Folly -- that I know.<br>Her steadfast eyelids tell me so<br>When, at the hour the lights divide,<br>She steals as summonsed to my side.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511068" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When, finger on the pursed lip<br>In secret, mirthful fellowship,<br>She, heralding new -- framed delights,<br>Breathes, "This shall be a Night of Nights!"</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511068" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then, out of Time and out of Space,<br>Is built an Hour and a Place<br>Where all an earnest, baffled Earth<br>Blunders and trips to make us mirth;</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511068" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Whence from the trivial flux of Things,<br>Rise inconceived miscarryings,<br>Outrageous but immortal, shown,<br>Of Her great love, to me alone...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511068" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She is not Wisdom, but, maybe,<br>Wiser than all the Norns is She:<br>And more than Wisdom I prefer <br>To wait on Her, -- to wait on Her!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a></strong></div>