Morning Song in the Jungle

Read 'Morning Song in the Jungle' by 'Rudyard Kipling' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.

Morning Song in the Jungle by Rudyard Kipling

 One moment past our bodies cast
 No shadow on the plain;
Now clear and black they stride our track,
 And we run home again.
In morning-hush, each rock and bush
 Stands hard, and high, and raw:
Then give the Call: "Good rest to all
 That keep the Jungle Law!"

Now horn and pelt our peoples melt
 In covert to abide;
Now, crouched and still, to cave and hill
 Our Jungle Barons glide.
Now, stark and plain, Man's oxen strain,
 That draw the new-yoked plough;
Now, stripped and dread, the dawn is red
 Above the lit talao.

Ho! Get to lair! The sun's aflare
 Behind the breathing grass:
And creaking through the young bamboo
 The warning whispers pass.
By day made strange, the woods we range
 With blinking eyes we scan;
While down the skies the wild duck cries:
 "The Day--the Day to Man!"

The dew is dried that drenched our hide,
 Or washed about our way;
And where we drank, the puddled bank
 Is crisping into clay.
The traitor Dark gives up each mark
 Of stretched or hooded claw:
Then hear the Call: "Good rest to all
 That keep the Jungle Law!"

Form: Ballad

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