Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

False Dawn - Poem by Rudyard Kipling

To-night, God knows what thing shall tide,
The Earth is racked and fain--
Expectant, sleepless, open-eyed;
And we, who from the Earth were made,
Thrill with our Mother's pain.


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  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (5/3/2014 3:21:00 AM)

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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