We go pushing on when the mirage glints o'er
the rim of the voiceless plain,
And we leave our bones to be finger posts
for the seekers who come again.
We worked the shallow leads in style,
And hunted fortune down the drives,
And missed her, mostly by a mile-
Once by a yard or so......
Edward Dyson
when was it 1.30, page-8
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