Page:Departmental Ditties and Ballads and Barrack-Room Ballads, Kipling, 1899.djvu/236

52 But It knew as It grinned, for he touched it unfearing,

And muttered aloud, "So you kept that jade earring!"

Then nodded, and kindly, as friend nods to friend,

"Old man, you fought well, but you lost in the end."

The visions departed, and Shame followed Passion,

"He took what I said in this horrible fashion,

"I'll write to Harendra!" With language unsainted

The Captain came back to the Bride who had fainted.

And this is a fiction? No. Go to Simoorie

And look at their baby, a twelve-month old Houri,

A pert little, Irish-eyed Kathleen Mavournin—

She's always about on the Mall of a mornin'—

And you'll see, if her right shoulder-strap is displaced,

This: Gules upon argent, a Boh's Head, erased!