White hands cling to the bridle rein,
Slipping the spur from the booted heel;
Tenderest voices cry ‘Turn again!’
Red lips tarnish the scabbarded steel;
Down to Gehenna or up to the Throne,
He travels fastest who travels alone.

Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936) English writer

Added on 1-Feb-04 | Last updated 1-Feb-04
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