01Apr
The Palace – By Rudyard Kipling
The Palace When I was a King and a Mason, a Master proven and skilled, I cleared me ground for a Palace such as a King should build. I decreed and dug down to my levels Presently, under the silt, I came on the wreck of a Palace, such as a King had built. There was no worth in the fashion there was no wit in the plan Hither and thither, aimless, the ruined footings ran. Masonry, brute, mishandled, but carven on every stone, After me cometh a...
