Deep in the jungle vast and dim,
That knew not a white man's feet,
I smelt the odour of sun-warmed fur,
Musky, savage, and sweet.
Far it was from the huts of men
And the grass where Sambur feed;
I threw a stone at a Kadapu tree
That bled as a man might bleed.
Scent of fur and colour of blood: -
And the long dead instincts rose,
I followed the lure of my season's mate, -
And flew, bare-fanged, at my foes.
* * *
Pale days: and a league of laws
Made by the whims of men.
Would I were back with my furry cubs
In the dusk of a jungle den.
Atavism
Laurence Hope (adela Florence Cory Nicolson)
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