The Kiplings and India: A Collection of Writings from British India, 1870-1900

Parted (Alice MacDonald Kipling)

When the sad Sun with scanty gleam of light
  Like a dull sluggard, rising slow and late,
Brings a dim dawn to mock my straining sight,
  And the new day comes heavy as a fate,
I know that in a far-off eastern land
  A splendid morning rises o'er the sea,
Flooding with rainbow light the shining sand,
  Before whose glory all Night's shadows flee;
And think how one upon his pillow turns,
  And from the sunbeam shades his dreaming eyes,
And all his heart within his bosom yearns
  Towards one who in the distant darkness lies.
For her the burden and for him the pain,
Until this riven life be joined again.

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