Kim

Unto whose use the pregnant suns are poised,
With idiot moons and stars retracting stars?
Creep thou between -- thy coming's all unnoised.
Heaven hath her high, as Earth her baser, wars.
Heir to these tumults, this affright, that fray
(By Adam's, fathers', own, sin bound alway);
Peer up, draw out thy horoscope and say
Which planet mends thy threadbare fate, or mars.

by Rudyard Kipling

Comments (3)

What is the moral of the poem
Wonderful imagination....a great poem
'Break this heavy chain'. Earth's answer, mans call? Amazing intuition and a great poem.