The Swelling of Jordan
VOLUME VIII from MINE OWN PEOPLE
The Recrudescence Of Imray
VOLUME I DEPARTMENTAL DITTIES AND OTHER VERSES
I have eaten your bread and salt,
I have drunk your water and wine,
The deaths ye died I have watched beside,
And the lives that ye led were mine.
Was there aught that I did not share
In vigil or toil or ease,
One joy or woe that I did not know,
Dear hearts across the seas?
I have written the tale of our life
For a sheltered people's mirth,
In jesting guise--but ye are wise,
And ye know what the jest is worth.
We are very slightly changed
From the semi-apes who ranged
India's prehistoric clay;
Whoso drew the longest bow,
Ran his brother down, you know,
As we run men down today.
"Dowb," the first of all his race,
Met the Mammoth face to f
Rudyard Kipling is the Homer of the English language. During his life he captured things no other poet of the English language had until then. His poetry still has the power to move the heart, and to those who have known the rigors and tragedy of war, to draw tears.
This book belongs in any English speaker's library. I'm delighted it's available online.