Rudyard Kipling (30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)
Poems of Rudyard Kipling
|343.||The Holy War||1/3/2003|
|344.||The Hour of the Angel||1/3/2003|
|347.||The Hymn to Physical Pain||1/1/2004|
|348.||The Idiot Boy||1/3/2003|
|351.||The Irish Guards||1/3/2003|
|354.||The Juggler's Song||1/3/2003|
|355.||The Junk and the Dhow||1/3/2003|
|356.||The Justice's Tale||1/3/2003|
|358.||The King and the Sea||3/29/2010|
|360.||The King's Ankus||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.