A Ballad Of Jakkko Hill

by Rudyard Kipling

One moment bid the horses wait,
 Since tiffin is not laid till three,
Below the upward path and strait
 You climbed a year ago with me.
Love came upon us suddenly
 And loosed an idle hour to kill 
A headless, harmless armory
 That smote us both on Jakko Hill.

Ah, Heaven! we would wait and wait 
 Through Time and to Eternity!
Ah, Heaven! we could conquer Fate
 With more than Godlike constancy
I cut the date upon a tree 
 Here stand the clumsy figures still: 
"10-7-85, A.D."
 Damp in the mists on Jakko Hill.

What came of high resolve and great,
 And until Death fidelity?
Whose horse is waiting at your gate?
 Whose 'rickshaw-wheels ride over me?
No Saint's, I swear; and let me see
 To-night what names your programme fill 
We drift asunder merrily,
 As drifts the mist on Jakko Hill.

    L'Envoi
    
Princess, behold our ancient state
 Has clean departed; and we see
'Twas Idleness we took for Fate
 That bound light bonds on you and me.
Amen! Here ends the comedy
 Where it began in all good will,
Since Love and Leave together flee
 As driven mist on Jakko Hill!