Poem by Rudyard Kipling

Before My Spring

   Without Benefit of Clergy

Before my Spring I garnered Autumn's gain, 
Out of her time my field was white with grain, 
  The year gave up her secrets, to my woe.
Forced and deflowered each sick season lay,
In mystery of increase and decay;
I saw the sunset ere men see the day,
  Who am too wise in all I should not know. 

                              Bitter Waters

1. The Irish Conspiracy
2. Resolve
3. A Ripple Song
4. Job’s Wife
5. Ichabod

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