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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511007" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The King</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Farewell, Romance!" the Cave-men said;<br> "With bone well carved he went away,<br>Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead,<br> And jasper tips the spear to-day.<br>Changed are the Gods of Hunt and Dance,<br>And he with these. Farewell, Romance!"<br> <br>"Farewell, Romance!" the Lake-folk sighed;<br> "We lift the weight of flatling years;<br>The caverns of the mountain-side<br> Hold him who scorns our hutted piers.<br>Lost hills whereby we dare not dwell,<br>Guard ye his rest. Romance, farewell!"<br> <br>"Farewell, Romance!" the Soldier spoke;<br> "By sleight of sword we may not win,<br>But scuffle 'mid uncleanly smoke<br> Of arquebus and culverin.<br>Honour is lost, and none may tell<br>Who paid good blows. Romance, farewell!"<br> <br>"Farewell, Romance!" the Traders cried;<br> Our keels ha' lain with every sea;<br>The dull-returning wind and tide<br> Heave up the wharf where we would be;<br>The known and noted breezes swell<br>Our trudging sail. Romance, farewell!"<br> <br>"Good-bye, Romance!" the Skipper said;<br> "He vanished with the coal we burn;<br>Our dial marks full steam ahead,<br> Our speed is timed to half a turn.<br>Sure as the ferried barge we ply<br>'Twixt port and port. Romance, good-bye!"<br> <br>"Romance!" the season-tickets mourn,<br> "~He~ never ran to catch his train,<br>But passed with coach and guard and horn --<br> And left the local -- late again!"<br>Confound Romance! . . . And all unseen<br>Romance brought up the nine-fifteen.<br> <br>His hand was on the lever laid,<br> His oil-can soothed the worrying cranks,<br>His whistle waked the snowbound grade,<br> His fog-horn cut the reeking Banks;<br>By dock and deep and mine and mill<br>The Boy-god reckless laboured still!<br> <br>Robed, crowned and throned, he wove his spell,<br> Where heart-blood beat or hearth-smoke curled,<br>With unconsidered miracle,<br> Hedged in a backward-gazing world;<br>Then taught his chosen bard to say:<br>"Our King was with us -- yesterday!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511007" data-title="The King de Rudyard Kipling" data-description=""Farewell, Romance!" the Cave-men said; "With bone well carved he went away, Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead, And jasper tips the spear to-day. Changed are the Gods of Hunt and Dance, And he with these. Farewell, Romance!" ..."></div> </div> </div>
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