Treasure Island

Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

The Miracle of Purun Bhagat


The night we felt the earth would move
We stole and plucked him by the hand,
Because we loved him with the love
That knows but cannot understand.

And when the roaring hillside broke,
And all our world fell down in rain,
We saved him, we the Little Folk;
But lo! he does not come again!

Mourn now, we saved him for the sake
Of such poor love as wild ones may.
Mourn ye! Our brother will not wake,
And his own kind drive us away!

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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