Darzee's Chaunt
Singer and tailor am I, Doubled the joys that I know, Proud of my lilt to the sky, Proud of the house that I sew, Over and under, so weave I my music--so weave I the house that I sew. Sing to your fledglings again, Mother, 0 lift up your head! Evil that plagued us is slain, Death in the garden lies dead. Terror that hid in the roses is impotent--flung on the dung-hill and dead! Who hath delivered us, who? Tell me his nest and his name. Rikki, the valiant, the true, Tikki, with eyeballs of flame, Rik-tikki-tikki, the ivory-fanged, the Hunter with eyeballs of flame. Give him the Thanks of the Birds, Bowing with tail-feathers spread! Praise him in nightingale-words, Nay, I will praise him instead. Hear! I will sing you the praise of the bottle-tailed Rikki, with eyeballs of red! (Here Rkki-tikki interrupted, and the rest of the song is lost.)
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"Singer and tailor am I,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Rudyard Kipling delivers a powerful performance in "Darzee's Chaunt"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...