Poems of Rudyard Kipling
|183.||My Boy Jack?||3/29/2010|
|184.||My Father's Chair||1/3/2003|
|185.||My Lady's Law||1/3/2003|
|186.||My New-Cut Ashlar||1/3/2003|
|190.||Norman and Saxon||1/3/2003|
|192.||Old Mother Laidinwool||1/3/2003|
|193.||One Viceroy Resigns||1/3/2003|
|195.||Our Fathers Also||1/3/2003|
|196.||Our Fathers of Old||1/3/2003|
|197.||Our Lady of the Sackcloth||5/14/2012|
|198.||Outsong in the Jungle||1/3/2003|
|200.||Pan in Vermont||3/29/2010|
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.