Poems of Rudyard Kipling
|401.||The Mother's Son||1/3/2003|
|402.||The Native Born||1/3/2003|
|405.||The New Knighthood||1/3/2003|
|406.||The North Sea Patrol||1/3/2003|
|407.||The Nursing Sister||1/3/2003|
|408.||The Old Issue||1/3/2003|
|409.||The Oldest Song||1/3/2003|
|410.||The Only Son||1/3/2003|
|411.||The Other Man||1/3/2003|
|413.||The Overland Mail||1/3/2003|
|415.||The Peace of Dives||1/3/2003|
|417.||The Pirates in England||1/3/2003|
|419.||The Plea of the Simla Dancers||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.