Poems of Rudyard Kipling
|421.||The Post That Fitted||1/3/2003|
|422.||The Power of the Dog||12/31/2002|
|425.||The Prayer of Miriam Cohen||1/3/2003|
|428.||The Prodigal Son||1/3/2003|
|429.||The Progress of the Spark||1/3/2003|
|431.||The Queen of Fairy Land||1/3/2003|
|432.||The Queen's Men||1/3/2003|
|434.||The Rabbi's Song||1/3/2003|
|436.||The Reeds of Runnymede||1/3/2003|
|439.||The Return of the Children||1/3/2003|
|440.||The Rhyme Of The Three Captains||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.