Rudyard Kipling Poems
|523.||The Way Through The Woods||12/31/2002|
|524.||The Men That Fought At Minden||12/31/2002|
|525.||The White Man's Burden||12/31/2002|
|526.||The Young British Soldier||12/31/2002|
|528.||Christmas In India||1/3/2003|
|529.||Yet At The Last||1/3/2003|
|530.||The Power Of The Dog||12/31/2002|
|531.||When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted||12/31/2002|
|532.||A Legend Of Truth||1/3/2003|
|534.||A Smuggler's Song||1/3/2003|
|536.||A Ballad Of Burial||12/31/2002|
|538.||I Keep Six Honest...||1/3/2003|
|539.||Mary, Pity Women!||12/31/2002|
|540.||Mother O' Mine||1/3/2003|
|542.||A Servant When He Reigneth||1/1/2004|
|547.||A Code Of Morals||1/3/2003|
|548.||A Child's Garden||1/3/2003|
A Code Of Morals
Now Jones had left his new-wed bride to keep his house in order,
And hied away to the Hurrum Hills above the Afghan border,
To sit on a rock with a heliograph; but ere he left he taught
His wife the working of the Code that sets the miles at naught.
And Love had made him very sage, as Nature made her fair;
So Cupid and Apollo linked , per heliograph, the pair.
At dawn, across the Hurrum Hills, he flashed her counsel wise --
At e'en, the dying sunset bore her busband's homilies.
He warned her 'gainst seductive youths in scarlet clad and gold,
As much as ...
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.