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Or ever the battered liners sank | <poem> | ||
With their passengers to the dark, | Or ever the battered liners sank | ||
I was head of a Walworth Bank, | With their passengers to the dark, | ||
And you were a grocer's clerk. | I was head of a Walworth Bank, | ||
And you were a grocer's clerk. | |||
I was a dealer in stocks and shares, | |||
And you in butters and teas; | I was a dealer in stocks and shares, | ||
And we both abandoned our own affairs | And you in butters and teas; | ||
And took to the dreadful seas. | And we both abandoned our own affairs | ||
And took to the dreadful seas. | |||
Wet and worry about our ways — | |||
Panic, onset and flight — | Wet and worry about our ways — | ||
Had us in charge for a thousand days | Panic, onset and flight — | ||
And thousand-year-long night. | Had us in charge for a thousand days | ||
And thousand-year-long night. | |||
We saw more than the nights could hide — | |||
More than the waves could keep — | We saw more than the nights could hide — | ||
And — certain faces over the side | More than the waves could keep — | ||
Which do not go from our sleep. | And — certain faces over the side | ||
Which do not go from our sleep. | |||
We were more tired than words can tell | |||
While the pied craft fled by, | We were more tired than words can tell | ||
And the swinging mounds of the Western swell | While the pied craft fled by, | ||
Hoisted us Heavens-high… | And the swinging mounds of the Western swell | ||
Hoisted us Heavens-high… | |||
Now there is nothing — not even our rank — | |||
To witness what we have been; | Now there is nothing — not even our rank — | ||
And I am returned to my Walworth Bank, | To witness what we have been; | ||
And I am returned to my Walworth Bank, | |||
And you to your margarine! | And you to your margarine! | ||
</poem> | |||
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Latest revision as of 14:12, 21 April 2014
| The Changelings (R.N.V.R.) written by Rudyard Kipling |
| First published in the collection Debits and Credits (1926), accompanying the story Sea Constables. | Link to further information |
Or ever the battered liners sank
With their passengers to the dark,
I was head of a Walworth Bank,
And you were a grocer's clerk.
I was a dealer in stocks and shares,
And you in butters and teas;
And we both abandoned our own affairs
And took to the dreadful seas.
Wet and worry about our ways —
Panic, onset and flight —
Had us in charge for a thousand days
And thousand-year-long night.
We saw more than the nights could hide —
More than the waves could keep —
And — certain faces over the side
Which do not go from our sleep.
We were more tired than words can tell
While the pied craft fled by,
And the swinging mounds of the Western swell
Hoisted us Heavens-high…
Now there is nothing — not even our rank —
To witness what we have been;
And I am returned to my Walworth Bank,
And you to your margarine!
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