Rudyard Kipling - Evil Land

Rudyard Kipling - Evil Land

We meet in an evil land br That is near to the gates of hell. br I wait for thy command br To serve, to speed or withstand. br And thou sayest, I do not well? br br Oh Love, the flowers so red br Are only tongues of flame, br The earth is full of the dead, br The new-killed, restless dead. br There is danger beneath and o'erhead.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

Duration: 00:48

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