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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling

The Dying Chauffeur

Adam Lindsay Gordon

WHEEL me gently to the garage, since my car and I must part—
No more for me the record and the run.
That cursèd left—hand cylinder the doctors call my heart
Is pinking past redemption—I am done!
 
They’ll never strike a mixture that’ll help me pull my load.
My gears are stripped—I cannot set my brakes.
I am entered for the finals down the timeless untimed Road
To the Maker of the makers of all makes!

#English #Victorians #XIXCentury #XXCentury

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