Sloven, sullen, savage, secret, uncontrolled- Long-forgotten bondage, dwarfing heart and brainAll our fathers died to loose he shall bind again. Here is naught at venture, random nor untrue— Here is naught unproven, here is nothing hid: Step for step and word for word—so the old Kings did! Step by step and word by word: who is ruled may read. Suffer not the old Kings-for we know the breed All the right they promise—all the wrong they bring. Stewards of the Judgment, suffer not this King! BRIDGE-GUARD IN THE KARROO "and will supply details to guard the Blood River Bridge." District Orders-Lines of Communication. SUDDEN the desert changes, The raw glare softens and clings, Ramparts of slaughter and peril- Royal the pageant closes, Lit by the last of the sun Opal and ash-of-roses, Cinnamon, umber, and dun. Copyright, 1901, by Rudyard Kipling. The twilight swallows the thicket, We are changing guard on the bridge. (Few, forgotten and lonely, Where the empty metals shine— No, not combatants-only Details guarding the line.) We slip through the broken panel We stumble on refuse of rations, We hear the Hottentot herders As the sheep click past to the foldAnd the click of the restless girders As the steel contracts in the cold BRIDGE-GUARD IN THE KARROO Voices of jackals calling And, loud in the hush between, A morsel of dry earth falling From the flanks of the scarred ravine. And the solemn firmament marches, And the hosts of heaven rise Till we feel the far track humming, (Few, forgotten and lonely, Where the white car-windows shine No, not combatants-only Details guarding the line.) Quick, ere the gift escape us! Out of the darkness we reach For a handful of week-old papers And the monstrous heaven rejoices, So we return to our places, As out on the bridge she rolls; And the darkness covers our faces, And the darkness re-enters our souls. More than a little lonely Where the lessening tail-lights shine. No-not combatants-only Details guarding the line! |