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My Boy Jack

Rudyard Kipling
Lingua: Inglese



‎“Have you news of my boy Jack?”
Not this tide.
‎“When d’you think that he’ll come back?”
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.

‎“Has any one else had word of him?”
Not this tide.
For what is sunk will hardly swim,
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.

‎“Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?”
None this tide,
Nor any tide,
Except he did not shame his kind —
Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide.

Then hold your head up all the more,
This tide,
And every tide;
Because he was the son you bore,
And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!‎


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