Letting In The Jungle

by Rudyard Kipling

　　

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Veil them, cover them, wall them round, Blossom, and creeper, and weed, Let us forget the sight and the sound, The smell and the touch of the breed! Fat black ash by the altar-stone, Here is the white-foot rain And the does bring forth in the fields unsown, And none shall affright them again; And the blind walls crumble, unknown, o'erthrown, And none shall inhabit again!

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