Rudyard Kipling Poems
|2.||A Child's Garden||1/3/2003|
|3.||A Code of Morals||1/3/2003|
|8.||Mary, Pity Women!||12/31/2002|
|11.||Mother o' Mine||1/3/2003|
|12.||A Legend of Truth||1/3/2003|
|13.||A Servant When He Reigneth||1/1/2004|
|14.||I Keep Six Honest...||1/3/2003|
|16.||The Young British Soldier||12/31/2002|
|18.||A Smuggler's Song||1/3/2003|
|19.||When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted||12/31/2002|
|20.||A Ballad of Burial||12/31/2002|
The First Chantey
Mine was the woman to me, darkling I found her;
Haling her dumb from the camp, took her and bound her.
Hot rose her tribe on our track ere I had proved her;
Hearing her laugh in the gloom, greatly I loved her.
Swift through the forest we ran; none stood to guard us,
Few were my people and far; then the flood barred us --
Him we call Son of the Sea, sullen and swollen.
Panting we waited the death, stealer and stolen.