Collected Poems 1897 - 1907 by Henry Newbolt
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page 37 of 109 (33%)
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"You are overhasty, Mehtab Singh,
When that the rest are gone, I have a word that may not wait To speak with you alone." The Captains passed in silence forth And stood the door behind; To go before the game was played Be sure they had no mind. But there within John Nicholson Turned him on Mehtab Singh, "So long as the soul is in my body You shall not do this thing. "Have ye served us for a hundred years And yet ye know not why? We brook no doubt of our mastery, We rule until we die. "Were I the one last Englishman Drawing the breath of life, And you the master-rebel of all That stir this land to strife--- "Were I," he said, "but a Corporal, And you a Rajput King, So long as the soul was in my body You should not do this thing. |
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