Rudyard Kipling Poems
|501.||At His Execution||12/31/2002|
|502.||As the Bell Clinks||12/31/2002|
|505.||Arithmetic on the Frontier||12/31/2002|
|508.||An Old Song||1/3/2003|
|509.||An Imperial Rescript||12/31/2002|
|510.||An Astrologer's Song||12/31/2002|
|512.||Alnaschar and the Oxen||3/29/2010|
|513.||A Song of the English||12/31/2002|
|514.||A Song of Kabir||1/1/2004|
|515.||A Song in Storm||1/3/2003|
|517.||A Smuggler's Song||1/3/2003|
|518.||A Servant When He Reigneth||1/1/2004|
|519.||A School Song||1/3/2003|
|520.||A Ripple Song||1/3/2003|
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.