Rudyard Kipling Poems
|521.||A Rector's Memory||1/3/2003|
|524.||A Pilgrim's Way||12/31/2002|
|525.||A Pict Song||1/3/2003|
|526.||A Pageant of Elizabeth||1/3/2003|
|528.||A Lover's Journey||1/3/2003|
|529.||A Legend of Truth||1/3/2003|
|530.||A General Summary||1/3/2003|
|532.||A Dedication to Soldiers Three||3/29/2010|
|535.||A Dead Statesman||3/29/2010|
|536.||A Counting-Out Song||1/3/2003|
|537.||A Code of Morals||1/3/2003|
|538.||A Child's Garden||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.