Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

The Rout Of The White Hussars - Poem by Rudyard Kipling

It was not in the open fight
We threw away the sword,
But in the lonely watching
In the darkness by the ford.
The waters lapped, the night-wind blew,
Full-armed the Fear was born and grew,
And we were flying ere we knew
From panic in the night.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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