Rudyard Kipling Poems
|481.||By Word of Mouth||1/3/2003|
|482.||By the Hoof of the Wild Goat||1/3/2003|
|484.||Buddha at Kamakura||12/31/2002|
|487.||Bridge-Guard in the Karroo||1/3/2003|
|491.||Birds Of Prey March||12/31/2002|
|494.||Before a Midnight Breaks in Storm||1/3/2003|
|495.||Beast and Man in India||1/3/2003|
|498.||Ballad of Fisher's Boarding-House||1/3/2003|
|499.||Back to the Army Again||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.