There are other faults--a lack of sureness in taste is one--that could be mentioned but they do not affect the main greatness of his work.

He is great because he discovered a new subject-matter, and because of the white heat of imagination which in his best things he brought to bear on it and by which he transposed it into poetry.

It is Mr.Kipling's special distinction that the apparatus of modern civilization--steam engines, and steamships, and telegraph lines, and the art of flight--take on in his hands a poetic quality as authentic and inspiring as any that ever was cast over the implements of other and what the mass of men believe to have been more picturesque days.

Romance is in the present, so he teaches us, not in the past, and we do it wrong to leave it only the territory we have ourselves discarded in the advance of the race.

That and the great discovery of India--an India misunderstood for his own purposes no doubt, but still the first presentiment of an essential fact in our modern history as a people--give him the hold that he has, and rightly, over the minds of his readers.
It is in a territory poles apart from Mr.Kipling's that the main stream of romantic poetry flows.