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Poem by Rudyard Kipling Song of the Fifth River "The Treasure and the Low"--Puck of Pook's Hills. Where first by Eden Tree The Four Great Rivers ran, To each was appointed a Man Her Prince and Ruler to be. But after this was ordained (The ancient legends' tell), There came dark Israel, For whom no River remained. Then He Whom the Rivers obey Said to him: "Fling on the ground A handful of yellow clay, And a Fifth Great River shall run, Mightier than these Four, In secret the Earth around; And Her secret evermore, Shall be shown to thee and thy Race." So it was said and done. And, deep in the veins of Earth, And, fed by a thousand springs That comfort the market-place, Or sap the power of King, The Fifth Great River had birth, Even as it was foretold-- The Secret River of Gold! And Israel laid down His sceptre and his crown, To brood on that River bank Where the waters flashed and sank And burrowed in earth and fell And bided a season below, For reason that none might know, Save only Israel He is Lord of the Last-- The Fifth, most wonderful, Flood. He hears Her thunder past And Her Song is in his blood. He can foresay: "She will fall," For he knows which fountain dries Behind which desert-belt A thousand leagues to the South. He can foresay: "She will rise." He knows what far snows melt Along what mountain-wall A thousand leagues to the North, He snuffs the coming drouth As he snuffs the coming rain, He knows what each will bring forth, And turns it to his gain. A Ruler without a Throne, A Prince without a Sword, Israel follows his quest. In every land a guest, Of many lands a lord, In no land King is he. But the Fifth Great River keeps The secret of Her deeps For Israel alone, As it was ordered to be. Rudyard Kipling Rudyard Kipling's other poems:
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