We meet in an evil land
That is near to the gates of hell.
I wait for thy command
To serve, to speed or withstand.
And thou sayest, I do not well?
Oh Love, the flowers so red
Are only tongues of flame,
The earth is full of the dead,
The new-killed, restless dead.
There is danger beneath and o'erhead.
And I guard thy gates in fear
Of words thou canst not hear,
Of peril and jeopardy,
Of signs thou canst not see-
And thou sayest 'tis ill that I came?
Evil Land
Rudyard Kipling
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Poem topics: evil, fear, red, earth, wait, hear, flame, speed, command, beneath, guard, danger, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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