Poems of Rudyard Kipling
|501.||The Wet Litany||12/31/2002|
|502.||The White Man's Burden||12/31/2002|
|503.||The White Seal||1/3/2003|
|504.||The Widow At Windsor||12/31/2002|
|506.||The Widow's Party||12/31/2002|
|509.||The Young British Soldier||12/31/2002|
|510.||Things and the Man||12/31/2002|
|515.||To a Lady, Persuading Her to a Car||12/31/2002|
|516.||To James Whitcomb Riley||12/31/2002|
|518.||To T. A.||12/31/2002|
|519.||To The City Of Bombay||12/31/2002|
|520.||To the Companions||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.