Letting In the Jungle

by Rudyard Kipling

　　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!