Poems of Rudyard Kipling
|86.||Death of a Believer||1/3/2003|
|88.||Deep Sea Cables||3/29/2010|
|90.||Dinah in Heaven||1/3/2003|
|91.||Dirge Of The Dead Sisters||3/29/2010|
|98.||Et Dona Ferentes||3/29/2010|
|99.||Evarra And His Gods||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.