Part 27 (1/2)

_'Tiger-Tiger!'_

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!

_Letting in the Jungle._

These are the Four that are never content, that have never been filled since the Dews began-- Jacala's mouth, and the glut of the Kite, and the hands of the Ape, and the Eyes of Man.

_The King's Ankus._

For our white and our excellent nights--for the nights of swift running, Fair ranging, far-seeing, good hunting, sure cunning!

For the smells of the dawning, untainted, ere dew has departed!

For the rush through the mist, and the quarry blind-started!

For the cry of our mates when the sambhur has wheeled and is standing at bay!

For the risk and the riot of night!

For the sleep at the lair-mouth by day!

It is met, and we go to the fight.

Bay! O bay!

_Red Dog._

Man goes to Man! Cry the challenge through the Jungle!

He that was our Brother goes away.

Hear, now, and judge, O ye People of the Jungle,-- Answer, who shall turn him--who shall stay?

Man goes to Man! He is weeping in the Jungle: He that was our Brother sorrows sore!

Man goes to Man! (Oh, we loved him in the Jungle!) To the Man-Trail where we may not follow more.

_The Spring Running._

At the hole where he went in Red-Eye called to Wrinkle-Skin.

Hear what little Red-Eye saith: 'Nag, come up and dance with death!'

Eye to eye and head to head, _(Keep the measure, Nag.)_ This shall end when one is dead; _(At thy pleasure, Nag.)_

Turn for turn and twist for twist-- _(Run and hide thee, Nag.)_ Hah! The hooded Death has missed!

_(Woe betide thee, Nag!)_