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Poem by Rudyard Kipling To Motorists (Herrick) SINCE ye distemper and defile Sweet Herè by the measured mile, Nor aught on jocund highways heed Except the evidence of speed; And bear about your dreadful task Faces beshrouded ’neath a mask; Great goblin eyes and gluey hands And souls enslaved to gears and bands; Here shall no graver curse be said Than, though y’are quick, that ye are dead! Rudyard Kipling Rudyard Kipling's other poems: 4834 Views |
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