The night we felt the earth would move <br />We stole and plucked him by the hand, <br />Because we loved him with the love <br />That knows but cannot understand. <br /> <br />And when the roaring hillside broke, <br />And all our world fell down in rain, <br />We saved him, we the Little Folk; <br />But lo! he does not come again! <br /> <br />Mourn now, we saved him for the sake <br />Of such poor love as wild ones may. <br />Mourn ye! Our brother will not wake, <br />And his own kind drive us away!<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-miracle-of-purun-bhagat/
