by Rudyard Kipling (1865 - 1936)

Language: English 
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.

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  • by Rudyard Kipling (1865 - 1936), from the verse at the top of chapter eleven in The Light That Failed, first published 1891

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