There is no sound, no echo of sound, in the deserts of the deep, Or the great grey level plains of ooze where the shellburred cables creep. Here is the womb of the world — here on the tie-ribs of earth Words, and the words of men, flicker and flutter and beat.


RudyardKipling's Verse, The Deep Sea Cables, Hodder & Stroughton. 1919

Rudyard Kipling Quotes

There is no sound, no echo of sound, in the deserts of the deep, Or the great grey level plains of ooze where the shellburred cables creep. Here is...

There is no sound, no echo of sound, in the deserts of the deep, Or the great grey level plains of ooze where the shellburred cables creep. Here is...

There is no sound, no echo of sound, in the deserts of the deep, Or the great grey level plains of ooze where the shellburred cables creep. Here is...

There is no sound, no echo of sound, in the deserts of the deep, Or the great grey level plains of ooze where the shellburred cables creep. Here is...