Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

The Love Song Of Har Dyal - Poem by Rudyard Kipling

Alone upon the housetops to the North
I turn and watch the lightnings in the sky--
The glamour of thy footsteps in the North.
Come back to me, Beloved, or I die.

Below my feet the still bazar is laid--
Far, far below the weary camels lie--
The camels and the captives of thy raid.
Come back to me, Beloved, or I die!

My father's wife is old and harsh with years,
And drudge of all my father's house am I--
My bread is sorrow and my drink is tears.
Come back to me, Beloved, or I die!


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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