Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

The Runes Of Weland's Sword - Poem by Rudyard Kipling

1906


A smith makes me
To betray my Man
In my first fight.

To gather Gold
At the world's end
I am sent.

The Gold I gather
Comes into England
Out of deep Water.

Like a shining Fish
Then it descends
Into deep Water.

It is not given
For goods or gear,
But for The Thing.

The Gold I gather
A King covets
For an ill use

The Gold I gather
Is drawn up
Out of deep Water.

Like a shining Fish
Then it descends
Into deep Water.

It is not given
For goods or gear,
But for The Thing.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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