Rudyard Kipling Poems
|41.||The Widow's Party||12/31/2002|
|43.||The Widow At Windsor||12/31/2002|
|44.||The White Seal||1/3/2003|
|45.||The White Man's Burden||12/31/2002|
|46.||The Wet Litany||12/31/2002|
|47.||The Way Through the Woods||12/31/2002|
|54.||The Verdicts [Jutland]||3/29/2010|
|57.||The Undertaker's Horse..||1/1/2004|
|60.||The Two-Sided Man||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.