To be Filed for Reference by Rudyard Kipling

By the hoof of the Wild Goat up-tossed / From the Cliff where She lay in the Sun, / Fell the Stone / To the Tarn where the daylight is lost; / So She fell from the light of the Sun, / And alone. / Now the fall was ordained from the first, / With the Goat and the Cliff and the Tarn, / But the Stone / Knows only Her life is accursed, / As She sinks in the depths of the Tarn, / And alone. / Oh, Thou who hast builded the world! / Oh, Thou who hast lighted the Sun! / Oh, Thou who hast darkened the Tarn! / Judge Thou / The sin of the Stone that was hurled / By the Goat from the light of the Sun, / As She sinks in the mire of the Tarn, / Even now -- even now -- even now! / -- _From the Unpublished Papers of McIntosh Jellaluidin_.

"Say is it dawn, is it dusk in thy Bower, Thou whom I long for, who longest for me? Oh, be it night -- be it" -- Here he fell over a little camel-colt that was sleeping in the Serai where the horse-traders and the best of the blackguards from Central Asia live; and, because he was very drunk indeed and the night was dark, he could not rise again till I helped him. That was the beginning of my acquaintance with McIntosh Jellaludin, When a loafer, and drunk, sings "The Song of the Bower," he must be worth cultivating. He got off the camel's back and said, rather thickly, "I -- I -- I'm a bit screwed, but a dip in Loggerhead will put me right again; and, I say, have you spoken to Symonds about the mare's knees?"