At the edge of my kingdom scurry
Creatures in feathers and furs—
Crows in a furtive hurry—
Hungry and cringing curs—
I have birds as petitioners,
Squirrels for pensioners,
Monkeys are bold marauders
Making raids on my borders !
Nature is so much nearer
Than ever she seemed before.
Nature is so much dearer
Than when one looks through a door.
Sunshine and air are given
Straight and direct from heaven.
And the days come fresh and new,
With no walls to filter through,
Brother to gipsy and tramp,
I am a dweller in camp.
Camp, Kheri, Oudh.
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