Since ye distemper and defile
Sweet Here by the measured mile,
Nor aught on jocund highways heed
Except the evidence of speed;
And bear about your dreadful task
Faces beshrouded 'neath a mask;
Great goblin eyes and glue hands
And souls enslaved to gears and bands;
Here shall no graver curse be said
Than, though y'are quick, that ye are dead!
More verses by Rudyard Kipling
- The Junk And The Dhow
- The Absent-Minded Beggar
- The King's Ankus
- The Song Of The Old Guard
- The Pro-Consuls