Veil them, cover them, wall them round-- br Blossom, and creeper, and weed-- br Let us forget the sight and the sound, br The smell and the touch of the breed! br Fat black ash by the altar-stone, br Here is the white-foot rain br And the does bring forth in the fields unsown, br And none shall affright them again; br And the blind walls crumble, unknown, o'erthrown, br And none shall inhabit again!br br Rudyard Kiplingbr br