Rudyard Kipling

Chapter Headings. «Oh Love, the Flowers so Red...»

Oh Love, the flowers so red 
Are only tongues of flame, 
The earth is full of the dead, 
The new-killed, restless dead. 
There is danger beneath and o’erhead. 
And I guard thy gates in fear 
Of words thou canst not hear, 
Of peril and jeopardy, 
Of signs thou canst not see —
And thou sayest ’tis ill that I came?


     THE NAULAHKA.