The Other Man (poem)

by Rudyard Kipling

  


When the earth was sick and the skies were grey, And the woods were rotted with rain, The Dead Man rode through the autumn day To visit his love again. His love she neither saw nor heard, So heavy was her shame; And tho' the babe within her stirred She knew not that he came.


Previous Authors:The Open Door (Brazilian Verses) Next Authors:The Outlaws
Copyright 2023-2024 - www.zzdbook.com All Rights Reserved