Rudyard Kipling - KimRudyard Kipling - Kim
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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.
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