Rudyard Kipling

Chapter Headings. «The Lark Will Make Her Hymn to God...»

The lark will make her hymn to God,
      The partridge call her brood,
While I forget the heath I trod,
      The fields wherein I stood.
’Tis dule to know not night from morn,
      But deeper dule to know
I can but hear the hunter’s horn
      That once I used to blow.

      THE LIGHT THAT FAILED.