Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг)

To Motorists

  (Herrick)

SINCE ye distemper and defile
Sweet Herè by the measured mile,
Nor aught on jocund highways heed
Except the evidence of speed;
And bear about your dreadful task
Faces beshrouded ’neath a mask;
Great goblin eyes and gluey hands
And souls enslaved to gears and bands;
Here shall no graver curse be said
Than, though y’are quick, that ye are dead!

1. Jane Smith
2. The Irish Conspiracy
3. After the Fever
4. Ichabod
5. I Believe

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