The Miracle of Purun Bhagat

by Rudyard Kipling

　　The night we felt the earth would move

　　     We stole and plucked him by the hand,

　　Because we loved him with the love

　　     That knows but cannot understand.

　　And when the roaring hillside broke,

　　     And all our world fell down in rain,

　　We saved him, we the Little Folk;

　　     But lo! he does not come again!

　　Mourn now, we saved him for the sake

　　     Of such poor love as wild ones may.

　　Mourn ye! Our brother will not wake,

　　     And his own kind drive us away!

　　                               Dirge of the Langurs.