English poem
Plain Tales from the Hills/His Wedded Wife
Cry "Murder!" in the market-place, and each Will turn upon his neighbor anxious eyes That ask:—"Art thou the man?" We hunted Cain, Some centuries ago, across the world, That bred the fear our own misdeeds maintain To-day.
More by Rudyard Kipling
- Plain Tales from the Hills/A Germ-Destroyer
- Plain Tales from the Hills/Beyond the Pale
- Plain Tales from the Hills/Consequences
- Plain Tales from the Hills/His Chance in Life
- Plain Tales from the Hills/In Error
- Plain Tales from the Hills/In the Pride of his Youth
- Plain Tales from the Hills/Kidnapped
- Plain Tales from the Hills/The Arrest of Lieutenant Golightly