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A Ballad Of Jakkko Hill
By Rudyard Kipling
One moment bid the horses wait,
Since tiffin is not laid till three,
Below the upward path and strait
You climbed a year ago with me.
Love came upon us suddenly
And loosed an idle hour to kill
A headless, harmless armory
That smote us both on Jakko Hill.
Ah, Heaven! we would wait and wait
Through Time and to Eternity!
Ah, Heaven! we could conquer Fate
With more than Godlike constancy
I cut the date upon a tree
Here stand the clumsy figures still:
"10-7-85, A.D."
Damp in the mists on Jakko Hill.
What came of high resolve and great,
And until Death fidelity?
Whose horse is waiting at your gate?
Whose 'rickshaw-wheels ride over me?
No Saint's, I swear; and let me see
To-night what names your programme fill
We drift asunder merrily,
As drifts the mist on Jakko Hill.
L'Envoi
Princess, behold our ancient state
Has clean departed; and we see
'Twas Idleness we took for Fate
That bound light bonds on you and me.
Amen! Here ends the comedy
Where it began in all good will,
Since Love and Leave together flee
As driven mist on Jakko Hill!
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