English poem
Plain Tales from the Hills/The Bronckhorst Divorce-Case
In the daytime, when she moved about me, In the night, when she was sleeping at my side,— I was wearied, I was wearied of her presence. Day by day and night by night I grew to hate her— Would to God that she or I had died!
More by Rudyard Kipling
- Plain Tales from the Hills/Kidnapped
- Plain Tales from the Hills/The Arrest of Lieutenant Golightly
- Plain Tales from the Hills/The Bisara of Pooree
- Plain Tales from the Hills/The Broken-Link Handicap
- Plain Tales from the Hills/The Daughter of the Regiment
- Plain Tales from the Hills/The Madness of Private Ortheris
- Plain Tales from the Hills/The Other Man
- Plain Tales from the Hills/The Taking of Lungtungpen