To-night, God knows what thing shall tide,
The Earth is racked and fain-
Expectant, sleepless, open-eyed;
And we, who from the Earth were made,
Thrill with our Mother's pain.
False Dawn
written byRudyard Kipling
© Rudyard Kipling
To-night, God knows what thing shall tide,
The Earth is racked and fain-
Expectant, sleepless, open-eyed;
And we, who from the Earth were made,
Thrill with our Mother's pain.
© Rudyard Kipling