Then ye returned to your trinkets; th’en ye contented your souls With the flannelled fools at the wickets or the muddied oafs at the goals. —Rudyard Kipling, “The Islander”
Then ye returned to your trinkets; th’en ye contented your souls
With the flannelled fools at the wickets or the muddied oafs at the goals.
—Rudyard Kipling, “The Islander”