IN the name of the Empress of India, make way, O Lords of the Jungle wherever you roam, The woods are astir at the close of the day— We exiles are waiting for letters from Home— Let the robber retreat; let the tiger turn tail, In the name of the Empress the Overland-Mail! With a jingle of bells as the dusk gathers in, He turns to the foot-path that leads up the hill— The bags on his back, and a cloth round his chin, And, tucked in his belt, the Post-Office bill;— "Despatched on this date, as received by the rail, @3Per@1 runner, two bags of the Overland-Mail." Is the torrent in spate? He must ford it or swim. Has the rain wrecked the road? He must climb by the cliff. Does the tempest cry "Halt"? What are tempests to him? The service admits not a "but" or an "if"; While the breath's in his mouth, he must bear without fail, In the name of the Empress the Overland-Mail. From aloe to rose-oak, from rose-oak to fir, From level to upland, from upland to crest, From rice-field to rock-ridge, from rock-ridge to spur, Fly the soft-sandalled feet, strains the brawny brown chest. From rail to ravine—to the peak from the vale— Up, up through the night goes the Overland-Mail. There's a speck on the hillside, a dot on the road— A jingle of bells on the foot-path below— There's a scuffle above in the monkeys' abode— The world is awake, and the clouds are aglow— For the great Sun himself must attend to the hail;— In the name of the Empress the Overland-Mail. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BEAUTIFUL by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES HIS CONTENT IN THE COUNTRY by ROBERT HERRICK HEART'S-EASE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 2 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SLEEP AT SEA by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A SONG OF SUN SETTING by JANE BARLOW THE PYXIDANTHERA by AUGUSTA COOPER BRISTOL TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. IN THE BRITISH MUSEUM LIBRARY by EDWARD CARPENTER |