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Boy Scouts* Patrol Song, A 314 

Bridge-Guard in the Karroo 234 

British-Roman Song, A 614 

Broken Men, The xio 

Brookland Road 559 

"Brown Bess" 760 

Buddha at Kamakura I05 

Burial, The 239 

Butterflies 697 

"By the Hoof of the Wild Goat" 690 

Captive, The 598 

Carol, A 579 

Chant-Pagan 594 

Cells . 460 

Certain Maxims of Hafiz 68 

Chapter Headings 

Beast and Man in India 634 

Fringes of the Fleet 639 

Just-So Stories 669 

Kim 637 

Life's Handicap 636 

Many Inventions 637 

Plain Tales from the Hills 573 

The Jungle Books 705 

The Light That Failed 606 

The Naulahka 603 

Charm, A 569 

Chil's Song 597 

Children, The 587 

Children's Song, The 642 

Choice, The 212 

Cholera Camp 500 

Christmas in India 61 

" Cities and Thrones and Powers'' 554 

City of Sleep, The 677 

•'Cleared" 259 

Coastwise Lights, The X95 

Code of Morals, A 13 

old Iron 577 

Columns 530 

Comforters, The 681 

Conundrum of the Workshops, The 386 

Covenant, The 367 

Craftsman, The 400 

Cruisers . . , , 161 



CdbooSoi^ 568 

l>«|Ai 747 

DuBfDenrcr 451 

Dme'tOuont 737 

Dnni Wind, The 75a 

DMdICiag,Thc 256 

Deatb-Bed^A 3*9^ 

Dedartdon of London, The 354 

Dnficadon from "Barrack Room Ballads" 95 

Dnfiadoo — To Soldiers Three 700 

Dttp-Set Cables, The 199 

Ddaak 7 

Deidict, The 170 

DwwjrefSjThe 164 

Diife of Dead Sisters 249 

Drnded Destinies 38 

Dwre of Dacca, The 291 

Dwdiin the Mcdr.-.-;-, T^c 759 

l>Tko,The 352 

TatknifThe 513 

Eddi's Service 581 

EdgehiU Fight 758 

EB-Shc!l,The 710 

Ei-Dor 417 

Ea|lanJ*s Answer 203 

^Sli»h Flag. The 252 

Epitaphs of the War ... 440 

Et Dona Fercntes ... 331 

Enrra ind His Gods 388 

E»ib Line, The ... 187 

EipUnation, The 423 

^tf^^Ti:^ "9 

'*Wats,The 611 

E*iries' Siege, The 587 

Eiflofjock Gillespie, The 73 

f«maJe of the Species, The 41? 

F«t of the Young Men, The 311 

EiKThe 401 

^«wt,The 93 

^«t Chantey, The 183 

fViodi,The 567 

^WrijThe 216 

"EoBow Me •Ome" 507 

[ForAUWeHaveandAre" 378 

"For to Admire" ' 520 

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Ford o' Kabul River 481 

Four Angelsy The 738 

France J35 

Frankie's Trade 729 

French Wars, The 764 

"Fuzzy-Wuzzy" 455 

GaUey-Slave, The. 84 

GaUio's Song 608 

Gehazi 377 

General Joubert 277 

General Summary, A 4 

Gentlemen-Rankers 483 

Gethsemane IZ2 

Giflfen's Debt 90 

Gift of the Sea, The 426 

Gipsy Trail, The 207 

Glory of the Garden, The 769 

Gow's Watch 684 

Grave of the Hundred Head, The 63 

Great-Heart 771 

Greek National Anthem, The 107 

-fGunga Din 462 

Hadramanti 601 

Half-Ballad of Waterval 544 

Harp Song of the Dane Women 593 

"Helen All Alone" 678 

Heriot's Ford 727 

N Heritage, The 632 

Holy War, The 33J 

Houses, The 204 

Hunting-Song of the Seeonee Pack 734 

Hyaenas, The 365 

Hymn Before Action 373 

If- ... 64s 

Imperial Rescript, An 327 

In Springtime 89 

Instructor, The 537 

In the Matter of One Compass 193 

In the Neolithic Age 393 

Irish Guards, The 224 

Islanders, The 347 

Jacket, The 511 

James I 757 

Jester, The 650 

Jobson's Amen .... 571 


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Merchantmen, The ...••• 173 

Merrow Down 66a 

Mesopotamia J46 

ine Sweepers 6913 

Miracles, The lOi 

Moon of Other Days, The j% 

Morning Song of the Jungle 694 

Mother-Lodge, The 505 

Mother o' Mine 701 

Mowgli's Song Against People 703 

Mulholland's Contract 145 

Municipal 03 

My Boy Jack 347 

My Father's Chair 753 

My Lady's Law 6g$ 

"My New-Cut Ashlar" 580 

•VMy Rival 35 

Native Born, The 318 

Nativity, A 848 

Natural Theology 395 

Necessitarian, The 648 

New Knighthood, The 590 

Norman and Saxon 749 

North Sea Patrol, The 731 

Nursing Sister, The 699 

Old Issue, The 34I 

Old Men, The 368 

Old Mother Laidinwool 664 

Old Song, An 66 

Oldest Song, The 181 

One Viceroy Resigns 78 

Only Son, The 702 

Oonts 464 

"Our Fathers Also" 61a 

"Our Fathers of Old", 631 

Our Lady of the Snows 208 

Outlaws, The 370 

Outsong in the Jungle 591 

Overland Mail, The 37 

Pagett, M. P 29 

Palace, The 438 

Pan in Vermont 407 

Parade Song of the Camp-Animals 643 

Parting of the Columns, The 533 

Pharaoh and the Sergeant 226 




Ruma to the Pacifists 319 

Sack of the Gods, The 560 

Sacrifice of Er-Heb, The joa 

St. Helena Lullaby, A 596 

SMpew 494 

School Song, A 623 

-Guns 458 

and the HiUs, The 125 

Sea.Wife,The 108 

Second Voyage, The 179 

Secret of the Machines, The 766 

Sefgeant's Weddin', The 509 

Senrice Man, The 522 

Sestina of the Tramp-Royal loo 

Settler, The 242 

Seven Watchmen 448 

ShiUin'aDay 486 

ShiY and the Grasshopper 585 

Shut-Eye Sentry, The 516 

Sir Richard's Song 564 

Smuggler's Song, A 720 

Snarleyow" 469 

dier, Soldier 457 

-Soldier an' Sailor Too" 492 

Song at Cock-Crow, A 374 

Song in Storm, A 169 

Song of Diego Valdez, The 175 

Song of Kabir, A 578 

Song of the Banjo, The 113 

Song of the Cities, The 200 

Song of the Dead, The 196 

Song of the English, A 194 

Song of the Fifth River 640 

Song of the Lathes, The 357 

Song of the Little Hunter, The 683 

Song of the Men's Side 735 

Song of the Red War-Boat 691 

Song of the Sons, The 200 

Song of the White Men, A . . . . : 324 

Song of the Wise Children 103 

Song of the Women, The 52 

Song of Seven Cities, The 660 

Song of Travel, A 651 

Song to Mithras, A 589 

Sons of Martha^ The 436 



Way Through the Woods, The 557 

Wet Litany, The 734 

What Happened • 17 

What the People said 75 

When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted 258 

"When the Great Ark" 6ao 

White Horses 166 

White Man's Burden, The 371 

Widow at Windsor, The 470 

Widow's Party, The 479 

Widower, The 680 

« Wilful-Missing" 548 

Wnners^ The 595 

V^hing Caps, The 689 

With Drake in the Treves 755 

With Scindia to Delhi 286 

Young British Soldier, The 474 

Young Queen, The 214 

Zion 104 






(To Departmeniai DittUs) 

I have eaien your bread and salt. 

I have drunk your water and wine. 
The deaths ye died I have watched beside^ 

And the lives ye led were mine. 

Was there aught that I did not share 

In vigil or toil or eascy — 
One joy or woe that I did not know. 

Dear hearts across the seas ? 

I have written the tale of our life 
For a sheltered people's mirth. 

In jesting guise — but ye are wise, 
And ye know what the jest is worth. 



'\\7'E are very slightly changed 
From the semi-apes who ranged 
India's prehistoric day; 
He that drew the longest bow 
Ran his brother down, you know. 
As we run men down to-day. 

"Dowb," the first of all his race. 
Met the Mammoth face to face 

On the lake or in the cave: 
Stole the steadiest canoe, 
Ate the quarry others slew, 

Died — and took the finest grave. 

When they scratched the reindeer-bone, 
Some one made the sketch his own. 

Filched it from the artist — then. 
Even in those early days. 
Won a simple Viceroy's praise 

Through the toil of other men. 
Ere they hewed the Sphinx's visage 
' Favouritism governed kissage. 

Even as it does in this age. 

Who shall doubt " the secret hid 
Under Cheops* pyramid" 
Was that the contractor did 

Cheops out of several millions? 
Or that Joseph's sudden rise 
To Comptroller of Supplies 
Was a fraud of monstrous size . 

On King Pharaoh's swart Civilians? 


ThuSy the artless songs I sing 
Do not deal with anything 

New or never said before. 
As it was in the beginning 
Is to-day official sinning, 

And shall be for evermore! 


Old it the tong that I sing — 

Old as my unpaid bills-— 
Old as the chicken that kstmutgars^ bring 

Men at dfik-bungalows — old as the Hills. 

A HASUERUS JENKINS of the "Operatic Own," 

Was dowered with a tenor voice of superSantieY tone. 
His views on equitation were, perhaps, a trifle queer. 
He had no seat worth mentioning, but oh! he had an ear. 

He clubbed his wretched company a dozen times a day; 
He used to quit his charger in a parabolic way; 
His method of saluting was the joy of all beholders, 
But Ahasuerus Jenkins had a head upon his shoulders. 

He took two months at Simla when the year was at the 

And underneath the deodars eternally did sing. 
He warbled like a bul-hul^ but particularly at 
Cornelia Agrippina, who was musical and fat. 

She controlled a humble husband, who, in turn, controlled n 

Where Cornelia Agrippina's human singing-birds were kept 
From April to October on a plump retaining-fee, 
Sappliedy of course, per mensem y by the Indian Treasury. 

1 Waiters. ' Nightingale. 

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Cornelia used to sing mth him, and Jenkins used to play; 
He praised unblushingly her notes, for he was false as they; 
So when the winds of April turned the budding roses brown, 
Cornelia told her husband: — ^"Tom, you mustn't send him 


They haled him from his regiment, which didn't much regret 

They found for him an office-stool, and on that stool they set 

To play with maps and catalogues three idle hours a day. 
And draw his plump retaining-fee — ^which means his double 


Now, ever after dinner, when the coiFee-cups are brought, 
Ahasuerus waileth o'er the grand pianoforte; 
And, thanks to fair Cornelia, his fame hath waxen great. 
And Ahasuerus Jenkins is a Power in the State! 


This ditty is a string of lies. 

But — how the deuce did Gubbins rise? 


Stands at the top of the tree; 
And I muse in my bed on the reasons that led 
To the hoisting of Potiphar G. 

Potiphar Gubbins, C.E., 
Is seven years junior to Me; 
Each bridge that he makes either buckles or breaks. 
And his work is as rough as he. 


Potiphar GubbinSy C.E., 
Is coarse as a chimpanzee; 
And I can't understand why you gave him your hand^ 
Lovely Mehitabel Lee. 

Potiphar Gubbins, C.E., 
Is dear to the Powers that Be; 
For They bow and They smile in an affable style. 
Which is seldom accorded to Me. 

Potiphar Gubbins, C.E., 
Is certain as certain can be 
Of a highly paid post which is claimed by a host 
Of seniors — including Me. 

Careless and lazy is he, 
Greatly inferior to Me. 
\Miat is the spell that you manage so well, 
Commonplace Potiphar G. ? 

Lovely Mehitabel Lee, 
Let me inquire of thee, 
Should I have riz to what Potiphar is, 

Hadst thou been mated to Me? 


We have another Viceroy now, those days are dead and done 
Of Delilah Aberyswith and depraved Ulysses Gunne. 

J)ELILAH ABERYSWITH was a lady— not too young— 
With a perfect taste in dresses and a badly-bitted 
With a thirst for information, and a greater thirst for praise. 
And a little house in Simla in the Prehistoric Days. 


By reason of her marriage to a gentleman in power, 
Delilah was acquainted with the gossip of the hour; 
And many little secrets^ of the half-official kind, 
Were whispered to Delilah, and she bore them all in mind. 

She patronised extensively a man, Ulysses Gunne, 
Whose mode of earning money was a low and shameful one. 
He wrote for certain papers which, as everybody knows. 
Is worse than serving in a shop or scaring off the crows. 

He praised her "queenly beauty** first; and. later on, he 

At the " vastness of her intellect" iwth compliment unstinted. 
He went with her a^riding, and his love for her was sucIl 
That he lent her all his horses and — she galled them very 


One day, They brewed a secret of a fine financial sort; 

It related to Appointments, to a Man and a Report. 

Twas almost worth the keeping, — only seven people knew 

It — 
And Gunne rose up to seek the truth and patiently ensue it. 

It was a Viceroy's Secret, but — perhaps the wine was red — 
Perhaps an Aged Councillor had lost his aged head — 
Perhaps Delilah's eyes were bright — Delilah's whispers 

sweet — 
The Aged Member told her what 'twere treason to repeat. 

Ulysses went a-riding, and they talked of love and flowers; 
Ulysses went a-calling, and he called for several hours; 
Ulysses went a-waltzing, and Delilah helped him dance — 
Ulysses let the waltzes go, and waited for his chance. 


Tke summer sun was setting, and the summer air was still. 
The couple went a- walking in the shade of Summer Hill. 
The wasteful sunset faded out in turkis-green and gold, 
Ulynes pleaded softly, and . . . that bad Delilah told 1 

Next mom, a startled Empire learnt the all-important news; 
Next week, the Aged G>uncillor was shaking in his shoes. 
Next month, I met Delilah and she did not show the least 
Hesititioa in affirming that Ulysses was a " beast." 

We have another Viceroy now, those days are dead and 

done — 
^i Delilah Aberyswith and most mean Ulysses Gunne! 


This is the reason why Rustum Beg, 

Rajah of Kolazai, 
Drinketh the " simpkin " ^ and brandy peg, 

Maketh the money to fly, 
Vaeth a Government, tender and kind, 
Also — but this is a detail — blind. 

RVJSTUM BEG of Kolazai— slightly backward Native 
. State — 

^^^ed for a C. S. I.* — so began to sanitate. 
r?jilt a Gaol and Hospital — nearly built a City drain — 
^ his faithful subjects all thought their ruler was insane. 

^^*"^jige departures made he then — yea, Departments 

stranger still: 
5J^f a dozen Englishmen helped the Rajah with a will, 
^^Ikcd of noble aims and high, hinted of a future fine 
^^^ the State of Kolazai, on a strictly Western line. 

'Champagne. 'The order of the Star of India* 


Rajah Rustum held his peace; lowered octroi dues a half; 
Organised a State Police; purified the Civil Staff; 
Settled cess and tax afresh in a very liberal way; 
Cut temptations of the flesh — also cut the Bukhshi's^ pay; 

Roused his Secretariat to a fine Mahratta fury. 
By an Order hinting at supervision of dasiuri;^ 
Turned the State of Kolazai very nearly upside-down; 
When the end of May was nigh waited nis achievement's 

Then the Birthday Honours came. Sad to state and sad 

to see, 
Stood against the Rajah's name nothing more than 

Things were lively for a week in the State of Kolazai, 
Even now the people speak of that time regretfully. 

How he disendowed the Gaol — stopped at once the City 

Turned to beauty fair and frail — got his senses back again; 
Doubled taxes, cesses, all; cleared away each new-built 

Turned the two-lakh Hospital into a superb Zenana; 

Heaped upon the Bukhshi Sahib wealth and honours mani- 
Clad himself in Eastern garb — squeezed his people as of old. 
Happy, happy Kolazai! Never more will Rustum Beg 
Play to catch his Viceroy's eye. He prefers the "simpkin" 


*The Commander in chief. * Bribes. *A Companionship of the cMer 

of the Indian Empire. * Police station. 



cbcR were two men in one city; the one rich, and the other poor." 

JACK BARRETT went to Quctta 

Because they told him to. 
He left his wife at Simla 

On three-fourths his monthly screw. 
Jack Barrett died at Quetta 

Ere the next month's pay he drew. 

Jack Barrett went to Quetta. 

He didn't understand 
The reason of his transfer 

From the pleasant mountain-land. 
The season was September, 

And it killed him out of hand. 

Jack Barrett went to Quetta 
And there gave up the ghost. 

Attempting two men's duty 
In that very healthy post; 

And Mrs. Barrett mourned for him 
Five lively months at most. 

Jack Barrett*s bones at Quetta 

Enjoy profound repose; 
But 1 shouldn't be astonished 

If now his spirit knows 
The reason of his transfer 

From the Himalayan snows. 

And, when the Last Great Bugle Call 
Adown the Hurnai throbs. 

And the last grim joke is entered 
In the big black Book of Jobs, 


And Quetta graveyards give again 
Their victims to the air, 

I shouldn't like to be the man 
Who sent Jack Barrett there. 


Though tangled and twisted the course of true knre 

This ditty explains, 
Xo tangle's so tangled it cannot improve 

If the Lover has brains. 

p^RE the Steamer bore him Eastward, Sleary was engaged 

to marry 
An attractive girl at Tunbridge, whom he called "my little 

Sleary *s pay was very modest; Sleary was the other way. 
Who can cook a two-plate dinner on eight poor rupees a 


Long he pondered o'er the question in his scantly furnished 

quarters — 
Then proposed to Minnie BofFkin, eldest of Judge BofFkin's 

Certainly an impecunious Subaltern was not a catch. 
But the Boffkins knew that Minnie mightn't make another 


So they recognised the business and^ to feed and clothe the 

Got him made a Something Something somewhere on the 

Bombay side. 
Anyhow, the billet carried pay enough for him to many — 
As the artless Sleary put it: — "Just the thing for me and 


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Did he, therefore, jilt Miss Boffkin — ^impulse of a baser mind ? 
No! He started epileptic fits of an appalling kind. 
[Of his modus operandi only this much I could gather: — 
"Pears's shaving sticks will give you little taste and lots of 

Frequently in public places his affliction used to smite 
Sleary with distressing vigour — always in the BofFkins' sight. 
Ere a week was over Minnie weepingly returned his ring. 
Told him his "unhappy weakness" stopped all thought of 

Sleary bore the information with a chastened holy joy, — 

Epileptic fits don't matter in Political employ, — 

Wired three short words to Carrie — took his ticket, packed 

his kit — 
Bade farewell to Minnie BofFkin in one last, long, lingering fit. 

Four weeks later, Carrie Sleary read — and laughed until she 

wept — 
Mrs. BofFkin's warning letter on the "wretched epilept." . . . 
Year by year, in pious patience, vengeful Mrs. BofFkin sits 
Waiting for the Sleary babies to develop Sleary 's fits. 


Lest you should think this story true 
I merely mention I 
Evolved it lately. Tis a most 
Unmitigated misstatement. 

^'OW Jones had left his new-wed bride to keep his house 

in order, 
And hied away to the Humim 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 



And Love had made him very sage, as Nature made her fair 

So Cupid and Apollo linked, p^ heliograph, the pair. 

At dawn, across the Hurrum Hills, he flashed her couns^ 

wise — 
At e'en, the dying sunset bore her husband's homilies. 

He warned her 'gainst seductive youths in scarlet clad an^ 

As much as 'gainst the blandishments paternal of the old; 
But kept his gravest warnings for (hereby the ditty hangs) 
That snowy-haired Lothario, Lieutenant-General Bangs. 

'Twas General Bangs, with Aide and Staff, who dttupped oo 

the way. 
When they beheld a heliograph tempestuously at play. 
They thought of Border risings, and of stations sacked and 

burnt — 
So stopped to take the message down — and this is what they 

learnt — 

"Dash dot dot dot, dot dash, dot dash dot" twice. The 
General swore. 

"Was ever General Officer addressed as 'dear' before? 

"*My Love,' i* faith! 'My Duck/ Gadzooks! 'My darling 
popsy-wop ! * 

"Spirit of great Lord W^olseley, who is on that mountain- 

The artless Aide-de-camp was mute; the gilded Staff were 

As, dumb with pent-up mirth, they booked that message 

from the hill; 
For clear as summer lightning-flare, the husband's warning 

ran: — 
"Don't dance or nde with General Bangs — a most immoral 


INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 15 

(At diwn, across the Humim Hills, he flashed her counsel 

Bot, howsoever Love be blind, the world at large hath eyes.) 
Hilth damnatory dot and dash he heliographed his wife 
Sone interesting details of the General's private life. 

The artless Aide-de-camp was mute, the shining Staff were 

And red and ever redder grew the General's shaven gill. 
And this is what he said at last (his feelings matter not): — 
**I think we've tapped a private line. Hi! Threes about 

there! Trot!" 

All honour unto Bangs, for ne'er did Jones thereafter know 
By word or act official who read off that helio. 
But the tale is on the Frontier, and from Michni to MooUan 
They know the worthy General as "that most immoral 


Walpole talks of "a man and his price." 

List to a ditty queer — 
The sale of a Deputy-Acting-Vicc- 

Bought like a bullock, hoof and hide. 
By the Little Tin Gods on the Mountain Side, 

IIY THE Laws of the Family Circle 'tis written in letters 

of brass 
That only a Colonel from Chatham can manage the Rail- 
ways of State, 

of the gold on his breeks, and the subjects wherein 
he must pass; 

in all matters that deal not with Railways his know- 
ledge is great. 


Now Exeter Battleby Tring had laboured from boyhood to eld 
On the Lines of the East and the West, and eke of the North 

and South; 
Many Lines had he built and surveyed — important the posts 

which he held; 
And the Lords of the Iron Horse were dumb when he opened 

his mouth. 

Black as the raven his garb, and his heresies jetder still — 
Hinting that Railways required lifetimes of study and know- 

ledgt — 
Never clanked sword by his side — ^Vauban he knew not nor 

Nor was his name on the list of the men who had pasted 

through the "College." 

Wherefore the Little Tin Gods harried their little tin souls. 
Seeing he came not from Chatham, jingled no spurs at his 

Knowing that, nevertheless, was he first on the Government 

For the billet of "Railway Instructor to Little Tin Gods on 


Letters not seldom they wrote him, "having the honour to 

It would be better for all men if he were laid on the shelf. 
Much would accrue to his bank-book, an he consented to wait 
Until the Little Tin Gods built him a berth for himself, 

"Special, well paid, and exempt from the Law of the Fifty 

and Five, 
Even to Ninety and Nine" — these were the terms of the 

Thus did the Little Tin Gods (long may Their Highnesses 

Silence his mouth with rupees, keeping their Circle intact; 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 17 

Appointing a Colonel from Chatham who managed the 

Bhamo State Line 
(The which was one mile and one furlong — a guaranteed 

twenty-inch gauge). 
So Exeter Battleby Tpng consented his claims to resign, 
And died, on four thousand a month, in the ninetieth year 

of his age! 



Owner of a native press, "Barrishter-at-Lar," 
Wated on the Government with a claim to wear 
Sabres by the bucketful, rifles by the pair. 

Then the Indian Government winked a wicked wink, 
Said to Chunder Mookerjee: "Stick to pen and ink. 
They are safer implements, but, if you insist, 
Wcwill let you carry arms wheresoe'er you list." 

Hurrce Chunder Mookerjee sought the gunsmith and 
bought the tubes of Lancaster, Ballard, Dean, and Bland, 
5^ght a shiny bowie-knife, bought a town-made sword, 
ed like a carriage-horse when he went abroad. 

^«^ the Indian Government, always keen to please, 
^gave permission to horrid men like these — 
^ar Mahommed Yusufzai, down to kill or steal, 
Ciinibu Singh from Bikaneer, Tantia the Bhil; 

£IIar Khan the Marri chief, Jowar Singh the Sikh, 
Afiibbce Baksh Punjabi Jat, Abdul Huq Rafiq — 
He was a Wahabi; last, little Boh Hla-00 
Took advantage of the Act — took a Snider too. 


They were unenlightened men, Ballard knew them not. 
They procured their swords and guns chiefly on the spot; 
And the lore of centuries, plus a hundred fights. 
Made them slow to disregard one another's rights. 

With a unanimity dear to patriot hearts 

All those hairy gentlemen out of fordgn parts 

Said: "The good old days are back — ^let us go to war!" 

Swaggered down the Grand Trunk Road into Bow Bazaa. 

Nubbee Baksh Punjabi Jat found a hide-bound flail; 
Chimbu Singh from Bikaneer oiled his Tonk jezail; 
Yar Mahommed Yusufzai spat and grinned with glee 
As he ground the butcher-knife of the Khyberee. 

Jowar Singh the Sikh procured sabre, quoit, and mace, 
Abdul Huq, Wahabi, jerked his dagger from its place. 
While amid the jungle-grass danced and grinned and jabbe: 
Little Boh Hla-oo and cleared his dah-blade from the sa 

What became of Mookerjee? Soothly, who can say? 
Yar Mahommed only grins in a nasty way, 
Jowar Singh is reticent, Chimbu Singh is mute. 
But the belts of all of them simply bulge with loot. 

What became of Ballard's guns? Afghans black and grul: 
Sell them for their silver weight to the men of Pubbi; 
And the shiny bowie-knife and the town-made sword arc 
Hanging in a Marri camp just across the Border. 

What became of Mookerjee? Ask Mahommed Yar 
Prodding Siva's sacred bull down the Bow Bazaar. 
Speak to placid Nubbee Baksh — question land and sea — 
Ask the Indian Congressmen — only don't ask me! 

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Shun — shun the Bowl! That fatal, facile drink 
Has mined many geese who dipped their quills in 't; 

Bribe, murder, many, but steer clear of Ink 
Save when you write receipts for paid-up bills in 't. 

There may be silver in the "blue-black" — all 

/ know of is the iron and the gall. 

gOANERGES BUTZEN, servant of the Queen, 

Is a dismal failure — is a Might-have-been. 
In a luckless moment he discovered men 
Rise to high position through a ready pen. 

Boaneiges Blitzen argued therefore — " I, 
With the selfsame weapon, can attain as high." 
Only he did not possess when he made the trial. 
Wicked wit of C-lv-n, irony of L — 1. 

[Men who spar with Government need, to back their blows. 
Something more than ordinary journalistic prose.] 

Never young Civilian's prospects were so bright. 
Till an Indian paper found that he could write: 
Never young Civilian's prospects were so dark. 
When the wretched Blitzen wrote to make his mark. 

Certainly he scored it, bold, and black, and firm, 
In that Indian paper — made his seniors squirm. 
Quoted office scandals, wrote the tactless truth — 
Was there ever known a more misguided youth? 

When the Rag he wrote for praised his plucky game, 
Boanerges Blitzen felt that this was Fame; 
When the men he wrote of shook their heads and swore, 
Boanerges Blitzen only wrote the more: 


Posed as Young Ithuriel, resolute and grim. 
Till he found promotion didn't come to him; 
Till he found that reprimands weekly were his lot, 
And his many Districts curiously hot. 

Till he found his furlough strangely hard to win, 
Boanerges Blitzen didn't care a pin: 
Then it seemed to dawn on him something wasn't right 
Boanerges Blitzen put it down to "spite"; 

Languished in a District desolate and dry; 
Watched the Local Government yearly pass him by; 
Wondered where the hitch was; called it most unfair. 

That was seven years ago — and he still is there! 



"They are fools who kiss and tell 
Wisely has the poet sung. 

Man may hold all sorts of posts 
If he'll only hold his tongue. 

JENNY and Me were engaged, you see, 

On the eve of the Fancy Ball; 
So a kiss or two was nothing to you 
Or any one else at all. 

Jenny would go in a domino — 

Pretty and pink but warm; 
While I attended, clad in a splendid 

Austrian uniform. 

Now we had arranged, through notes exchanged 

Early that afternoon. 
At Number Four to waltz no more. 

But to sit in the dusk and spoon. 

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I wish you to see that Jenny and Me 

Had barely exchanged our troth; 
So a kiss or two was strictly due 

By, homy and between us both. 

When Three was over, an eager lover, 

I fled to the gloom outside; 
And a Domino came out also 

Whom I took for my future bride. 

That is to say, in a casual way, 

I slipped my arm around her; 
With a kiss or two (which is nothing to you). 

And ready to kiss I found her. 

She turned her head and the name she said 

Was certainly not my own; 
But ere I could speak, with a smothered shriek 

She fled and left me alone. 

Then Jenny came, and I saw with shame 

She'd doffed her domino; 
And I had embraced an alien waist — 

But I did not tell her so. 

Next morn I knew that there were two 

Dominoes pink, and one 
Had cloaked the spouse of Sir Julian Vouse, 

Our big Political gun. 

Sir J. was old, and her hair was gold. 

And her eye was a blue cerulean; 
And the name she said when she turned her head 

Was not in the least like "Julian." 


Now wasn't it nice, when want of pice 

Forbade us twain to marry, 
That old Sir J., in the kindest way. 

Made me his Secretorry ? 


"Why is my Dbtrict death-rate low?" 
Said Binks of Hezabad. 
Well, drains, and sewage-outfalls are 

My own peculiar fad. 
I learnt a lenon once. It ran 
Thus," quoth that moat veracious man: — 



IT WAS an August evening and, in snowy garments clad, 

I paid a round of visits in the lines of Hezabad; 
When, presently, my Waler saw, and did not like at all, 
A Commissariat elephant careering down the Mall. 

I couldn't see the driver, and across my mind it rushed 
That that Conunissariat elephant had suddenly gone mustb^ 
I didn't care to meet him, and I couldn't well get down. 
So I let the Waler have it, and we headed for the town. 

The buggy was a new one and, praise Dykes, it stood the 

Till the Waler jumped a bullock just above the City Drain; 
And the next that I remember was a hurricane of squeals. 
And the creature making toothpicks of my five-foot patent 


He seemed to want the owner, so I fled, distraught with fear. 
To the Main Drain sewage-outfall while he snorted in my 

ear — 
Reached the four-foot drain-head safely and, in darkness 

and despair, 
Felt the brute's proboscis fingering my terror-stiffened hair. 


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"^lud it trumpet on my shoulder — tried to crawl a little 
^ound the Main Drain sewage outfall blocked, some eight 
feet up, with mire; 
^d, for twenty reeking minutes. Sir, my very marrow froze, 
^ile the trunk was feeling blindly for a purchase on my 

It missed me by a fraction, but my hair was turning grey 
Before they called the drivers up and dragged the brute away. 
Then I sought the City Elders, and my words were very 

They flushed that four-foot drain-head and — it never choked 


You may hold with surface-drainage, and the sun-for-gar- 

bage cure. 
Till you've been a periwinkle shrinking coyly up a sewer. 
/ believe in well-flushed culverts. . . . 

This is why the death-rate's small; 
And, if you don't believe me, get shikarred^ yourself. That's 



Twelve hundred million men are spread 
About this Earth, and I and You 

Wonder, when You and I are dead, 
"What will those luckless millions do?" 

^"ONE whole or clean," we cry, "or free from stain 
Of favour." Wait awhile, till we attain 
The Last Department where nor fraud nor fools, 
Nor grade nor greed, shall trouble us again. 

* Hunted. 


Fear, Favour, or Affecdon — ^what are these 
To the grim Head who claims our services? 

I never knew a wife or interest yet 
Delay that pukka step, miscalled '* decease''; 

When leave, lonff overdue, none can deny; 
When idleness of all Eternity 

Becomes our furlough, and the marigold 
Our thriftless, bullion-minting Treasury 

Transferred to the Eternal Settlement, 
Each in his stndt, wood-scantled office pent. 
No longer Brown reverses Smith's appeals. 
Or Jones records his Minute of Dissent. 

And One, long since a pillar of the Gnirt, 

As mud between the beams thereof is wrought; 

And One who wrote on phosphates for the crops 
Is subject-matter of his own Report. 

These be the glorious ends whereto we pass — 
Let Him who Is, go call on Him who Was; 

And He shall see the mallie^ steals the slab 
For currie-grinder, and for goats the grass. 

A breath of wind, a Border bullet's flight, 
A draught of water, or a horse's fright — 

The droning of the fat Sheristadar^ 
Ceases, the punkah stops, and falls the night 

For you or Me. Do those who live decline 
The step that offers, or their work resign ? 

Trust me, To-day's Most Indispensables, 
Five hundred men can take your place or mine. 

*The cemetery gardener. 'Clerk of the court. 

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GO to concert, party, ball — 
What profit is in these? 
I rit alone against the wall 

And strive to look at ease. 
The incense that is mine by right 

They bum before Her shrine; 
And that's because Fm seventeen 

And she is forty-nine. 

I cannot check my girlish blush. 

My colour comes and goes. 
I redden to my finger-tips, 

And sometimes to my nose. 
But She is white where white should be. 

And red where red should shine. 
The blush that flies at seventeen 

Is fixed at forty-nine. 

I wish / had her constant cheek: 

I wish that I could sing 
All sorts of funny little songs, 

Not quite the proper thing. 
Fm very gauche and very shy. 

Her jokes aren't in my line; 
And, worst of all, Fm seventeen 

While She is forty.-nine. 

The young men come, the young men go. 
Each pink and white and neat. 

She's older than their mothers, but 
They grovel at Her feet. 


They walk beside Her 

None ever walk by mine; 
And that's because I'm seventeen 

And She is forty-nine. 

She rides with half a dozen men 

(She calls them *'boys" and ''mashes'')* 
I trot along the Mall alone; 

My prettiest frocks and sashes 
Don't help to fill my programme-card. 

And vainly I repine 
From ten to two a.m. Ah me! 

Would I were forty-nine. 

She calls me "darKng," "pet," and "dear; 

And "sweet retiring maid." 
I'm always at the back, I know — 

She puts me in the shade. 
She introduces me to men — 

"Cast" lovers, I opine; 
For sixty takes to seventeen. 

Nineteen to forty-nine. 

But even She must older grow 

And end Her dancing days. 
She can't go on for ever so 

At concerts, balls, and plays. 
One ray of priceless hope I see 

Before my footsteps shine; 
Just think, that She'll be eighty-one 

When I am forty-nine! 


\X7'ILL you conquer my heart with your beauty, my soul 

going out from afar? 
Shall I fall to your hand as a victim of crafty and cautious 

shikar ? 

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Have I met you and passed you already, unknowing, unthink- 
ing, and blind? 

Shall I meet you next season at Simla, O sweetest and best 
of your kind? 

Does the P. and O. bear yoii to meward, or, clad in short 

frocks in the West, 
Are you growing the charms that shall capture and torture 

the heart in my breast? 

Will you stay in the Plains till September — my passion as 

warm as the day? 
Will you bring me to book on the Mountains, or where the 

thermantidotes play? 

When the light of your eyes shall make pallid the mean lesser 

lights I pursue. 
And the charm of your presence shall lure me from love of 

the gay "thirteen-two"^; 

When the "peg"* and the pigskin shall please not; when I 

buy me Calcutta-built clothes; 
When I quit the Delight of Wild Asses, forswearing the 

swearing of oaths; 

As a deer to the hand of the hunter when I turn *mid the 

gibes of my friends; 
When the days of my freedom are numbered, and the life of 

the bachelor ends. 

Ah, Goddess! child, spinster, or widow — as of old on MarsL 

Hill wheii they raised 
To the God that they knew not an altar — so I, a young 

Pagan, have praised 

The Goddess I know not nor worship; yet, if half that men 

tell me be true. 
You will come in the future, and therefore these verses are 

written to you. 

* Polo-pony. "Whisky and soda. 



lAuovniig for tiie cnncfeooe cwncc prate ana iBf luui CMMptraooPa 

ought to rcpfodoce the tente of wbat Sir A tQld dw bbcmm aoaie i 

j^^ wfaeii die CfOfciimic&c icnick noni our mconcs two per cniti] 

TaOW the New Year, reviving last Year's Debt» 
The Thouglitfbl Fisher caketh wide his Net; 
So I with begpng Ksh and ready Tongue 
Assail all BAen fer idl that I can get. 

Imports indeed are gone with all thor 
Lo! Salt a Lever that I dare not use. 

Nor may I ask the Ullers in Bengal — 
Surely my IQth and Kin will not refuse 

Pay — and I promise by the Dust of Spring, 
Retrenchment. If my promises can bring 

Comfort, Ye have Them now a thousand-fold — 
By Allah! I will promise Anything ! ' 

Indeed, indeed, Retrenchment oft before 
I swore — but did I mean it when I swore? 

And then, and then. We wandered to the Hills, 
And so the Little Less became Much More. 

Whether at Boileaugunge or Babylon, 

I know not how the wretched Thing is done. 

The Items of Receipt grow surely small; 
The Items of Expense mount one by one. 

I cannot help it. What have I to do 

With One and Five, or Four, or Three, or Two? 

Let Scribes spit Blood and Sulphur as they please. 
Or Statesmen call me foolish — Heed not you. 

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Beboldy I promise — ^Anything You will. 
BchoW, I greet you with an empty Till — 

Ahl Fellow-Sinners, of your Charity 
Seek not the Reason of the Dearth but fill. 

^or if I sinned and fell, where lies the Gain 

^ Knowledge? Would it ease you of your Pain 

To know the tangled Threads of Revenue, 
' ravel deeper in a hopeless Skein? 

*^Vho hath not Prudence" — ^what was it I said, 
^^ Her who paints Her Eyes and tires Her Head, 
And jibes and mocks the People in the Street, 
'^^^d fawns upon them for Her thriftless Bread? 

^^cursed is She of Eve's daughters — She 
*^«th cast off Prudence, and Her End shall be 

Destruction. . . . Brethren, of your Bounty grant 

»me portion of your daily Bread to Me/ 


The toad beneath the harrow knows 
Exactly where each tooth-point goes; 
The butterfly upon the road 
Preaches contentment to that toad. 

I^AGETT, M.P., was a liar, and a fluent liar therewith, — 
He spoke of the heat of India as "The Asian Solar 

^amc on a four months* visit, to "study the East" in No- 

*^iul I got him to make an agreement vowing to stay till 


March came in with the koiL Pagett was cool and gay. 
Called me a "bloated Brahmin," talked of my "princ 

March went out with the roses. "Where is your hea 

said he. 
"Coming/' said I to Pagett. " Skittles!" said Pagett, M 

April began with the punkah, coolies, and prickly-heat,- 
Pagett was dear to mosquitoes, sandflies found him a tre^ 
He grew speckled and lumpy — hammered, I grieve to sa) 
Aryan brothers who fanned him, in an illiberal way. 

May set in with a dust-storm, — ^Pagett went down with 

All the delights of the season tickled him one by one. 
Imprimis — ten days' "liver" — due to his drinking beer; 
Later, a dose of fever — slight, but he called it severe. 

Dysent'ry touched him in June, after the Chota Bursat^— 
Lowered his portly person — made him yearn to depart. 
He didn't call me a " Brahmin," or " bloated," or "overpai 
But seemed to think it a wonder that any one ever stayc 

July was a trifle unhealthy, — Pagett was ill with fear. 
Called it the " Cholera Morbus," hinted that life was deai 
He babbled of "Eastern exile," and mentioned his home ¥ 

But I hadn't seen my children for close upon seven years. 

We reached a hundred and twenty once in the Court at nc 
[I've mentioned Pagett was portly] Pagett went oflf ii 

That was an end to the business. Pagett, the perjured, l 
Wth a practical, working knowledge of "Solar Myths' 

his head. 

' The early rains. 

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\nd I kughed as I drove from the station, but the mirth died 

out on my lips 
As I thought of the fools like Pagett who write of their 

"Eiutem trips," 
And the sneers of the travelled idiots who duly misgovern 

the land, 
And I prayed to the Lord to deliver another one into my hand*. 


A much-disceming Public hold 
The Singer generally singi 
Of peraonal and private things. 

And prints and sells his past for gold. 

Whatever I may here disclaim. 
The very clever folk I sing to 
Will most indubitably cling to 

Their pet delusion, just the same. 

I HAD seen, as dawn was breaking 

And I staggered to my rest, 
Tara Devi softly shaking 

From the Cart Road to the crest. 
I had seen the spurs of Jakko 

Heave and quiver, swell and sink. 
Was it Earthquake or tobacco, 

Day of Doom or Night of Drink? 

In the full, fresh, fragrant morning 

I observed a camel crawl. 
Laws of gravitation scorning. 

On the ceiling and the wall. 
Then I watched a fender walking, 

And I heard grey leeches sing. 
And a red-hot monkey talking 

Did not seem the proper thing. 


Then a Creature, skinned and crimson, 

Ran about the floor and cried, 
And they said I had the "jims" on. 

And they dosed me with bromide. 
And they locked me in my bedroom — 

Me and one wee Blood Red Mouse — 
Though I said: — "To give my head room 

"You had best unroof the house." 

But my words were all unheeded. 

Though I told the grave M.D. 
That the treatment really needed 

Was a dip in open sea 
That was lapping just below me. 

Smooth as silver, white as snow — 
And it took three men to throw me 

When I found I could not go. 

Half the night I watched the Heavens 

Fizz like '8i champagne — 
Fly to sixes and to sevens, 

Wheel and thunder back again; 
And when all was peace and order 

Save one planet nailed askew. 
Much I wept because my warder 

Would not let me set it true. 

After frenzied hours of waiting, 

When the Earth and Skies were dumb. 
Pealed an awful voice dictating 

An interminable sum. 
Changing to a tangled story — 

"What she said you said I said — ' 
Till the Moon arose in glory, 

And I found her . . . in my head; 


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Then a Face came, blind and weeping. 

And It couldn't wipe Its eyes. 
And It muttered I was keeping 

Back the moonlight from the skies; 
So I patted It for pity. 

But It whistled shrill with wrath. 
And a huge, black Devil City 

Poured its peoples on my path. 

So I fled with steps uncertain 

On a thousand-year long race. 
But the bellying of the curtain 

Kept me always in one place, 
While the tumult rose and maddened 

To the roar of Earth on fire, 
Ere it ebbed and sank and saddened 

To a whisper tense as wire. 

In intolerable stillness 

Rose one little, little star. 
And it chuckled at my illness. 

And it mocked me from afar; 
And its brethren came and eyed me. 

Called the Universe to aid, 
Till I lay, with naught to hide me, 

'Neath the Scorn of All Things Made. 

Dun and saffron, robed and splendid 

Broke the solemn, pitying Day, 
And I knew my pains were ended. 

And I turned and tried to pray; 
But my speech was shattered wholly. 

And I wept as children weep. 
Till the dawn-wind, softly, slowly. 

Brought to burning eyelids sleep. 



jF YES of grey — a sodden quay, 

Driving rain and falling tears. 
As the steamer puts to sea 
In a parting storm of cheers. 
Sing, for Faith and Hope are high — 
None so true as you and I — 
Sing the Lovers' Litany: — 
*^Love like ours can never die J" 

Eyes of black — a throbbing keel. 

Milky foam to left and right; 

Whispered converse near the wheel 

In the brilliant tropic night. 
Cross that rules the Southern Sky I 
Stars that sweep, and turn, and fly 
Hear the Lovers' Litany: — 
^*Love like ours can never die !** 

Eyes of brown — a dusty plain 
Split and parched with heat of June* 
Flying hoof arid tightened rein. 
Hearts that beat the ancient tune. 
Side by side the horses fly, 
Frame we now the old reply 
Of the Lovers' Litany: — 
*'Love like ours can never die /" 

Eyes of blue — the Simla Hills 
Silvered with the moonlight hoar; 
Pleading of the waltz that thrills. 
Dies and echoes round Benmore. 
''Mabeir ''Officers;' ''Goodbye ^ 
Glamour, wine, and witchery — 
On my soul's sincerity, 
^^Love like ours can never die /" 

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Maidens, of your charity, 
Pity my most luckless state. 
Four times Cupid's debtor I — 
Bankrupt in quadruplicate. 

Yet, despite my evil case. 

An a maiden showed me grace, 

Four-and-forty times would I 

Sing the Lovers' Litany: — 

^^Love like ours can never die .'" 


Saini Praxed*s ever was the Church Jor peace. 

TF DOWN here I chance to die. 

Solemnly I beg you take 
All that is left of* I" 

To the Hills for old sake's sake. 
Pack me very thoroughly 

In the ice that used to slake 
Pegs I drank when I was dry — 

This observe for old sake's sake. 

To the railway station hie, 

There a single ticket take 
For Umballa — goods-train — I 

Shall not mind delay or shake. 
I shall rest contentedly 

Spite of clamour coolies make; 
Thus in state and dignity 

Send me up for old sake's sake. 

RDDYARD KsruitG4i"^tia^ 

Nest the slecpjr Babu wake, 

Book a KaJka van "for four." 
Few, I think, will care to make 

Journeys with me any more 
As dief used to do of yore. 

I ihilll need a "special brake" — 
Thing I never took before— 

Get me one for old sake's sake. 

AfiEer t 

No hotel will take me in. 
And a bullock's b«ck would break 

"Neath the tedc and leaden akin. 
TongarTopes are frail and thin. 

Or, did I a back-seat take, 
In a tonga I mi^t Sfrin, — 

Do your best for old sake's sake. 

After that — your work is done. 

Recollect a Padre must 
Mourn the dear departed one — 

Throw the ashes and the dust. 
Don't go down at once. I trust 

You will find excuse to "snake 
Three days' casual on the bust',"- 

Get your fun for old sake's sake. 

I could never stand the Plains. 

Think of blazing June and May, 
Think of those September rains 

Yearly till the Judgment Day! 
I should never rest in peace, 

I should sweat and lie awake. 
Rail me then, on my decease. 

To the Hills for old sake's sakel 
'Three days' leave. 

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(FooUserviee to tht HilU.) 

IN THE name of the Empress of India, make way, 

Lords of the Jungle, wherever you roam. 
The woods arc astir at the close of the day — 

We exiles are waiting for letters from Home. 
Let the robber retreat — let the tiger turn tail — 
In the Name of the Empress, the Overland Mail! 

nith I jingle of bells as the dusk gathers in. 
He turns to the footpath that heads up the hill — 

The t>ags on his back and a cloth round his chin. 
And, tucked in his waistbelt, the Post Office bill; — 

"Despatched on this date, as received by the rail, 

**/^^ runner, two bags of the Overland Mail." 

Is the torrent in spate? He must ford it or swim. 

Has the rain wrecked the road ? He must climb by the cliff. 
Docs the tempest cry halt ? What are tempests to him ? 

The service admits not a "but" or an "if." 
^^liile the breath's in his mouth, he must bear without fail, 
In the Name of the Empress, the Overland Mail. 

From aloe to rose-oak, from rose-oak to fir. 
From level to upland, from upland to crest, 

from rice-field to rock-ridge, from rock-ridge to spur. 
Fly the soft-sandalled feet, strains the brawny, brown 

From rail to ravine — to the peak from the vale — 

I'Pi up through the night goes the Overland Mail. 


There's a speck on the hillside, a dot on the road — 
A jingle of bells on the footpath below — 

There's a scuffle above in the monkey's abode — 
The world is awake and the clouds are aglow. 

For the great Sun himself must attend to the haiI^- 

"In the Name of the Empress, the Overland Mail!' 


TT WAS an artless Bandar^ and he danced upon a pine^ 
And much I wondered how he lived, and where the beast 
might dine, 
And many many other things, till, o'er my morning smoke, 
I slept the sleep of idleness and dreamt that Bandar spoke* 

He said : — '' O man of many clothes ! Sad crawler on the lElls • 
"Observe, I know not Ranken's shop, nor Ranken's monthlj^ 

"I take no heed to trousers or the coats that you call drcs?^ 
"Nor am I plagued with little cards for little drinks at Mcs9^ 

"I steal the bunnia's grain at morn, at noon and evendd^ 
" (For he is fat and I am spare), I roam the mountain-side, 
" I follow no man's carriage, and no, never in my life 
"Have I flirted at Peliti's with another Bandar* s wife. 

"O man of futile fopperies — ^unnecessary wraps; 
"I own no ponies in the hills, I drive no tallwheeled traps 
" I buy me not twelve-button gloves, 'short-sixes' eke, or rings, 
"Nor do I waste at Hamilton's my wealth on 'pretty things.' 

" I quarrel with my wife at home, we never fight abroad; 
" But Mrs. B. has grasped the fact I am her only lord. 
"I never heard of fever — dumps nor debts depress my soul; 
"And I pity and despise you!" Here he pouched my break- 

* Monkev. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 39 

His hide was very mangey and his face was very red, 
And ever and anon he scratched with energy his head. 
His manners were not always nice, but how my spirit cried 
To be in artless Bandar loose upon the mountain-side! 

Sol answered: — "Gentle Bandar^ an inscrutable Decree, 
"Mikes thee a gleesome fleasome Thou, and me a wretched 

"Go! Depart in peace, my brother, to thy home amid the 

''Yet forget not once a mortal wished to change his lot with 


Alciiairr. — ^The Indian Government being minded to discover the 
ttOBomic condition of their lands, sent a Committee to inquire into it; and 
•sv thit it was good. 

ScEKE.— TA^ wooded heights of Simla. The Incarnation of 
the Government of India in the raiment of the Angel of Plenty 
ungSy to pianoforte accompaniment: — 

"piOW sweet is the shepherd's sweet life! 

From the dawn to the even he strays — 
He shall follow his sheep all the day 
And his tongue shall be filled with praise. 
{adagio dim.) Filled with praise!" 

(largendo con sp.) Now this is the position, 

Go make an inquisition 
Into their real condition 
As swiftly as ye may. 

What is the state of the Nation? 
Hi ! get along, get along, get along- 

{dim.) Census the byle^ and the ya 
Set him to file Gazetteers — Gazet 

iff) What is the stat* 

Interlude, from Nowhere in Pa 
Oriental instruments. 

Omt cattle reel beneath the yoke th 
The earth is iron and the skies are 

And faint with fervour of the flam: 
The languid hours pass. 

The well is dry beneath the village 
The young wheat withers ere it r 

And belts of blinding sand show en 
Where once the river ran. 

Pray, brothers, pray, but to no ean 
Lift up your hands above the bli] 

Look westward — if they please, the 
Their mercy with the rain. 

Look westward — bears the blue no 


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By the plumed heads of Kings 

Waving high. 
Where the tall corn springs 

0*er the dead. 
If they rust or rot we die. 
If they ripen we are fed. 
Very mighty is the power of our Kings! 

Triumphal return io Simla of the Investigators^ attired ^ter 
ihe manner of Dionysus, leading a pet tiger-cub in wreiHths 
^ rhubartJeaneSj symbolical of India under medical treat- 
ment. They sing: — 

Wc have seen, we have written — behold it, the proof of our 

manifold toil! 
In their hosts they assembled and told it — the tale of the 

Sons of the Soil. 
Wc have said of the Sickness — ** Where is it ? " — and of Death 

— ** It is far from our ken," — 
^^ehave paid a particular visit to the affluent children of men. 
W'c have trodden the mart and the well-curb — we have 

stooped to the bield and the byre; 
And the Kjng may the forces of Hell curb for the People 

have all they desire! 

Castanets and step-dance: — 

Oh» the dom^ and the mag and the thakur and the thag^ 

And the nat and the brinjarccj 
And the bunnia and the ryot are as happy and as quiet 
^ as plump as they can be! 
^«, iliejain and the jat in his stucco-fronted hut, 

And the bounding bazugar, 
8y the favour of the King, are as fat as anything, 

They are — they are — they are! 

* A list of various Indian tribes and castes. 


Recitative, Government of India, mtk white satin a 
and electro-plated harp: — 

How beautiful upon the Mountains — in peace reclining, 
Thus to be assured that our people are unanimously dir 
And though there arc places not so blessed as others in 

ural advantages, which, after all, was only to be 

pec ted. 
Proud and glad are we to congratulate you upon the \ 

you have thus ably effected. 
(Cres.) How be-ewtifiil upon the Mountains! 

Hired Band, brasses onty,/ull chorus: — 

God bless the Squire 
And all his rich relations 
Who teach us poor people 
We eat our proper rations — 

We eat our proper rations. 

In spite of inundations. 

Malarial exhalations. 

And casual starvadons. 
We have, we have, they say we havc- 
We have our proper rations! 

Chorus of the Crystalused Pacts 

Before the beginning of years 
There came to the rule of the State 
Men with a pair of shears, 
Men with an Estimate — 
Strachey with Muir for leaven, 
Lyttttn with locks that fell, 
Ripon fi3oling with Heaven, 
And Temple riding like H — 11! 

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And the bigots took in hand 

Cess and the falling of rain. 

And the measure of sifted sand 

The dealer puts in the grain — 

Imports by land and sea. 

To uttermost decimal worth, 

And registration — free — 

In the houses of death and of birth. 

And fashioned with pens and paper. 

And fashioned in black and white. 

With Life for a flickering taper 

And Death for a blazing light — 

With the Armed and the Civil Power, 

That his strength might endure for a span — 

From Adam's Bridge to Peshawur, 

The Much Administered Man. 

In the towns of the North and the East, 

They gathered as unto rule, 

They bade him starve his priest 

And send his children to school. 

Railways and roads they wrought, 

For the needs of the soil within; 

A time to squabble in court, 

A time to bear and to grin. 

And gave him peace in his ways. 

Jails — and Police to fight, 

justice — at length of days. 

And Right — and Might in the Right. 

His speech is of mortgaged bedding. 

On his kine he borrows yet, 

At his heart is his daughter's wedding. 

In his eye foreknowledge of debt. 

He eats and hath indigestion, 

He toils and he may not stop; 

His life is a long-drawn question 

Between a crop and a crop. 

T ■ • 





Wat good bcyood sO MVtU|f MMd| 
But^ oo the odber hand, tier apoote 

Was verjr, verjr bad indeed. 
He tmofcfd cigai% catted dnudMS alow. 
And racedr— bat this ahe dUi not iDBOfii; 

For BeBal Bfadhiaydli kept 

The Htde fact a aecret, and, 
Thou^ o'er his minor sins she wep^ 

Jane Austm did not undeiatand 
That LiBy — thirteen-tivo and bay^— 
Absorbed one-half her husband's pay. 

She was so good she made him worse 
(Some women are like this, I think); 

He taught her parrot how to curse. 
Her Assam monkey how to drink. 

He vexed her righteous soul until 

She went up, and he went down hill. 

Then came the crisis, strange to say. 
Which turned a good wife to a better. 

A telegraphic peon, one day. 

Brought her — ^now, had it been a letter 

For Belial Machiavelli, I 

Know Jane would just have let it lie — 

But 'twas a telegram instead. 
Marked "urgent," and her duty plain 

To open it. Jane Austen read: — 
"Your Lilly's got a cough again. 

"'Can't understand why she is kept 

"At your expense." Jane Austen wept. 

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It was a misdirected wire. 

Her huslMUid was at Shaitanpore. 
She spread her anger, hot as fire. 

Through six thin foreign sheets or more. 
Sent off that letter, wrote another 
To her solicitor — and mother. 

Then Belial Machiavelli saw 

Her error and, I trust, his own, 
\nred to the minion of the Law, 

And travelled wifeward — ^not alone. 
For Lilly — thirteen-two and bay — 
Came in a horse-box all the way. 

There was a scene — a weep or two — 

With many kisses. Austen Jane 
Rode Lilly all the season through. 

And never opened wires again. 
She races now with Belial . . . This 
Is very sad, but so it is. 


That night, when through the mooring-diaint 

The widt-cytd coq>te rolled free, 
To blunder down by Garden Reich 

And rot at Kedgeree, 
The tale the Hughli told the shoal 

The lean ihoal told to me. 

npWAS Fultah Fisher's boarding-house. 

Where sailor-men reside, 
And there were men of all the ports 

From Mississip to Clyde, 
And regally they spat and smoked. 

And fearsomely they lied. 


They lied about the purple Sea 
That gave them scanty bread. 

They lie^ about the Earth beneadt. 
The Heavens overhead. 

For they had looked too often on 
Black rum when that was red. 

They told their tales of wreck and wrong. 

Of shame and lust and fraud. 
They backed their toughest statements witl 

The Brimstone of the Lord, 
And crackling oaths went to and fro 

Across the fist-banged board. 

And there was Hans the blue-eyed Dane, 

Bull-throated, bare of arm, 
Who carried on his hairy chest 

The maid Ultruda's charm — 
The little silver crucifix 

That keeps a man from harm. 

And there was Jake Without-the-Ears, 

And Pamba the Malay, 
And Carboy Gin the Guinea cook. 

And Luz from Vigo Bay, 
And Honest Jack who sold them slops 

And harvested their pay. 

And there was Salem Hardieker, 

A lean Bostonian he — 
Russ, German, English, Halfbreed, Finn, 

Yank, Dane, and Portuguee, 
At Fultah Fisher's boarding-house 

They rested from the sea. 

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Now Anne of Austria shared their drinks, 

G>Uinga knew her fame, 
From Tamau in Galicia 

To Jaun Bazaar she came, 
To eat the bread of infamy 

And take the wage of shame. 

She held a dozen men to heel — 

Rich spoil of war was hers, 
In hose and gown and ring and chain. 

From twenty mariners, 
And, by Port Law, that weeK, men called 

Her Salem Hardieker's. 

But seamen learnt — what landsmen know- 
That neither gifts nor gain 

Can hold a winking Light o' Love 
Or Fancy's flight restrain. 

When Anne of Austria rolled her eyes 
On Hans the blue-eyed Dane. 

Since Life is strife, and strife means knife. 

From Howrah to the Bay, 
And he may die before the dawn 

Who liquored out the day. 
In Fultah Fisher's boarding-house 

We woo while yet we may. 

But cold was Hans the blue-eyed Dane, 

Bull-throated, bare of arm. 
And laughter shook the chest beneath 

The maid Ultruda's charm — 
The little silver crucifix 

That keeps a man from harm. 


"You speak to Salem Hardieker; 

"You was his girl, I know. 
"I ship mineselfs to-morrow, sec, 

"Und round the Skaw we go, 
"South, down the CatCegat, by Hjelm, 

"To Beaaer in Skto." 


When love rejected turns to hate, ^^H 

All ill betide the man. ^^H 

"Toil speak to Salem Hardieker" — ^H^ 
She spoke as woman can. ' 

A •crcam^a sol>^"Hc called me — names! 
And then the fray began. 

An oRth from Salem Hardieker, 

A shriek upon the stairs, 
A dance of shadows on the wall^ 

A knife-thrust unawares — 
And Hans came down, as cattle drop^ 

Across the broken chairs. 

In Anne of Austria's trembling hands 

The weary head fell low: — 
"I ship mineselfs to-morrow, strught 

"For Bcsser in Saro; 
" Und there Ultruda comes to me 

"At Easter, und I go 

"South, down die Cattegat— What's here? 

"There — are — no — lights — to — guidel" 
The mutter ceased, the spirit passed, 

And Anne of Austria cried 
In Fultah Fisher's boarding-house 

When Hans the mighty died. 

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Thus slew diey Hans the blue-eyed Dane, 

Bull^throated, bare of arm. 
But Anne of Austria looted first 

The maid Ultnida's charm — 
The little silver crucifix 

That keeps a man from harm. 


AY, LAY him 'neath the Simla pine — 
A fortnight fully to be missed. 
Behold, we lose our fourth at whist, 
A chair is vacant where we dine. 

His place forgets him; other men 
Have bought his ponies, guns, and traps. 
His fortune is the Great Perhaps 

And that cool rest-house down the glen, 

Wlience he shall hear, as spirits may. 
Our mundane revel on the height. 
Shall watch each flashing *rickshawA\ght 

Sweep on to dinner, dance, and play. 

Bcnmore shall woo him to the ball 
With lighted rooms and braying band; 
And he shall hear and understand 

"Dream Faces** better than us all. 

For, think you, as the vapours flee 
Across Sanjaolie after rain. 
His soul may climb the hill again 

To each old field of victory. 


Unseen, who women held so dear. 
The strong num's yearning to his kind 
Shall shake at most the window-blind. 

Or dull awhile the card-room's cheer. 

In his own place of power unknown. 
His Light o' Love another's flame. 
His dearest pony galloped lame. 

And he an alien and alone! 

Yet may he meet with many a friend — 
Shrewd shadows, lingering long unseen 
Among us when ** God save the ^ueen ** 

Shows even "extras" have an end. 

And, when we leave the heated room. 
And, when at four the lights expire. 
The crew shall gather round the fire 

And mock our laughter in the gloom; 

Talk as we talked, and they ere death — 
Flirt wanly, dance in ghostly-wise. 
With ghosts of tunes for melodies. 

And vanish at the morning's breath. 


A GREAT and glorious thing it is 
To learn, for seven years or so, 
The Lord knows what of that and this. 
Ere reckoned fit to face the fc 

The flying bullet down the Pass, 
That whistles clear: "All flesh is grass. 


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Three hundred pounds per annum spent 

On making brain and body meeter 
Per all the murderous intent 

Comprised in ''villainous saltpetre! 
And after? — Ask the Yusufzaies 
^What comes of all our 'ologies. 

A scrimmage in a Border Station — 
A canter down some dark defile — 

Two thousand pounds of education 
Drops to a tcn-nipet jezail — 

TTie Crammer's boast, the Squadron's pride. 

Shot like a rabbit in a ride! 

^0 proposition Euclid wrote 

No formulae the text-books know, 

^^111 turn the bullet from your coat, 
Or ward the tulwar's downward blow. 

^St rike hard who cares — shoot straight who can- 

Tlhe odds are on the cheaper man. 

^)ne sword-knot stolen from the camp 
Will pay for all the school expenses 

^f any Kumim Valley scamp 

Who knows no word of moods and tenses, 

^ut, being blessed with perfect sight, 

off our messmates left and right. 

^ith home-bred hordes the hillsides teem. 

The troopships bring us one by one. 
At vast expense of time and steam. 

To slay Afridis where they run. 
The " captives of our bow and spear" 
Are cheap, alas ! as we are dear. 



(Lady Daflferifi'i Fund for medical aid to the Women of 

UOW shall she know the worship we would do her? 

The walls are high and she is very far. 
How shall the women's message reach unto her 
Above the tumult of the packed bazaar? 

Free wind of March, against the lattice blowing. 
Bear thou our thanks lest she depart unknowing. 

Go forth across the fields we may not roam in. 
Go forth beyond the trees that rim the city 
To whatsoe'er fair place she hath her home in. 
Who dowered us with wealth of love and pity. 
Out of our shadow pass and seek her singing — 
"I have no gifts but Love alone for bringing." 

Say that we be a feeble folk who greet her, 

But old in grief, and very wise in tears: 
Say that we, being desolate, entreat her 
That she forget us not in after-years; 

For we have seen the light and it were grievous 
To dim that dawning if our Lady leave us. 

By Life that ebbed with none to staunch the failing. 

By Love's sad harvest garnered ere the spring. 
When Love in Ignorance wept unavailing 

O'er young buds dead before their blossoming; 
By all the grey owl watched, the pale moon view* 
In past grim years declare our gratitude! 


By hands uplifted to the Gods that heard not. 
By gifts that found no favour in their sight, 
By faces bent above the babe that stirred not. 
By nameless horrors of the stifling night; 

By ills fordone, by peace her toils discover, 

Bid Earth be good beneath and Heaven above herl 

Vshe have sent her servants in our pain. 

If she have fought with Death and dulled his sword; 
If ahe have given back our sick again. 
And to the breast the weakling lips restored. 
Is it a little thing that she has wrought? 
Then life and E)eath and Motherhood be nought. 

Go forth, O Wind, our message on thy wings, 

Amd they shall hear thee pass and bid thee speed. 
In i"ecd-roofed hut, or white-walled home of kings, 
^^^o have been holpen by her in their need. 

Ah spring shall give thee fragrance, and the wheat 
Shall be a tasseUed floorcloth to thy feet. 

Jjaatc, for our hearts are with thee, take no rest! 

1-^ud-voiced ambassador, from sea to sea 
proclaim the blessing, manifold, confest, 
Of those in darkness by her hand set free, 
Then very softly to her presence move, 
And whisper: "Lady, lo, they know and love!'' 


Too must choose between me and your cigar." Breach of Promise 

Case, circa, iSSs 

fyPEN the old cigar-box, get me a Cuba stout, 

For things are running crossways, and Maggie and I 
are out. 


We quarrelled about Havanaa — we fought o*er a go 

And / know she is exacting, and she says I am a brute. 

Open the old dgar-box — ^let me conuder a space; 

In the soft blue veil of the vapour musing on Maggie's fa 

Maggie is pretty to look at — Mag^e's a loving lass, 
But the prettiest cheeks must wrinkle, the truest of ky 
must pass. 

There's peace in a Laranaga, there's calm in a Henry CI 
But the best cigar in an hour is finished and thrown awa; 

Thrown away for another as perfect and ripe and brow 
But I could not throw away Maggie for fear o' the talk o' 

Maggie, my wife at fifty — grey and dour and old — 
With never another Maggie to purchase for love or g 

And the light of Days that have Been the dark of the £ 

that Are, 
And Love's torch stinking and stale, like the butt of a d 

cigar — 

The butt of a dead cigar you are bound to keep in j 

pocket — 
With never a new one to light tho* it's charred and blaci 

the socket! 

Open the old cigar-box — let me consider a while. 
Here is a mild Manilla — there is a wifely smile. 

Which is the better portion — bondage bought with a i 
Or a harem of dusky beauties fifty tied in a string? 

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CcMinaellors cunning and silent — comforters true and tried, 
\iid never a one of the fifty to sneer at a rival bride? 

TKought in the early morning, solace in time of woes. 
Peace in the hush of the twilight, balm ere my eyelids close. 

This will the fifty give me, asking nought in return. 
With only a Suitee^s passion — to do their duty and bum. 

This will the fifty give me. When they are spent and dead, 
FItc times other fifties shall be my servants instead. 

The furrows of far-ofF Java, the isles of the Spanish Main, 
^Vhcn they hear my harem is empty will send me my brides 

1 will take no heed to their raiment, nor food for their mouths 

^ long as the gulls are nesting, so long as the showers fall. 

I will scent 'em with best vanilla, with tea will I temper their 

And the Moor and the Mormon shall envy who read of the 

tale of my brides. 

For Maggie has written a letter to give me my choice between 
The wee little whimpering Love and the great god Nick o* 

And 1 have been servant of Love for barely a twelvemonth 

But I have been Priest of Cabanas a matter of seven year; 

And the gloom of my bachelor days is flecked with the cheery 

Of stumps that I burned to Friendship and Pleasure and 

Work and Fight. 


And I turn my eyes to the future that Mag^e and I 

But the only light on the marshes is the Will-o'-the-\ 


Will it see me aiie throi^h my joDney or leave nw 

in the mire? 
Since a puff of tobacco can ckxid it^ihdl I fiilfanr lii 


Ctaen the dd dgar-bor-=-4et me coouder ■near- 
Old friends, and who is Maggie that I ahoald abando 

A million surplus Maggies are willing to bear tbe yiA 
And a woman is only a woman, but a good ^^ar ia a 

Light me another Oiba — I hold to my first-sworn vw 

Jf Maggie will have no rival, I'll have no Maggie for * 


/^NE moment bid the horses wut, 
Since tiffin is not laid til] three, 
Below the upward path and strait 
You climbed a year ago with me. 
Love came upon us suddenly 
And loosed — an idle hour to kill — 
A headless, harmless armoury 

That smote us both on Jakko Elill. 

Ah Heaven! we would wait and wait 
Through Time and to Eternity! 

Ah Heaven ! we would conquer Fate 
With more than Godlike constancy! 

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I cut the date upon a tree — 
Here stand the clumsy figures still: — 
"10-7-85, A.D." 
Damp in the mists on Jakko Hill. 

What came of high resolve and great. 

And until Death fidelity? 
Whose horse is waiting at your gate? 

Whose *rickshaW'whecls ride over me? 

No Saint's, I swear; and — let me see 

To-night what names your programme fill — 
We drift asunder merrily. 

As drifts the mist on Jakko Hill! 


Princess, behold our ancient state 

Has clean departed; and we see 
Twas Idleness we took for Fate 

That bound light bonds on you and me. 

Amen ! Here ends the comedy 

Where it began in all good will, 
Since Love and Leave together flee 

As driven mist on Jakko Hill! 


Too late, alas! the song 
To remedy the wrong; — 
^^ rooms are taken from us, swept and garnished for their fate^ 
But these tear-besprinkled pages 
Shall attest to fu^re ages 
^at we cried against the crime of it — too late, alas! too late! 

\^7HAT have we ever done to bear this grudge?'* 

Was there no room save only in Benmore 
For docket, duftar} and for office-drudge, 
That you usurp our smoothest dancing floor? 



Must babus do their work on polished teak? 

Are ballrooms fittest for the ink you spill? 
Was there no other cheaper house to seek? 

You might have left them all at Strawberry Hill. 

We never harmed you! Innocent our guise. 

Dainty our shining feet, our voices low; 
And we revolved to divers melodies, 

And we were happy but a year ago. 
To-night, the moon that watched our lightsome wile 

That beamed upon us through the deodars — 
Is wan with gazing on official files, 

And desecrating desks disgust the stars. 

Nay! by the memory of tuneful nights — 

Nay! by the witchery of flying feet — 
Nay! by the glamour of foredone delights — 

By all things merry, musical, and meet — 
By wine that sparkled, and by sparkling eyes — 

By wailing waltz — by reckless gallop's strain — 
By dim verandahs and by soft replies. 

Give us our ravished ballroom back again ! 

Or — hearken to the curse we lay on you ! 

The ghosts of waltzes shall perplex your brain. 
And murmurs of past merriment pursue 

Your 'wildered clerks that they indite in vain; 
And when you count your poor Provincial millions, 

The only figures that your pen shall frame 
Shall be the figures of dear, dear cotillions 

Danced out in tumult long before you came. 

Yea! ^^ See Saw*' shall upset your estimates, 
"Dream Faces'* shall your heavy heads bemuse. 

Because your hand, unheeding, desecrates 
Our temple fit for higher, worthier use. 

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And all the long verandahs, eloquent 

With echoes of a score of Simla years. 
Shall plague you with unbidden sentiment — 

Babbling of kisses, laughter, love, and tears. 

So shall you mazed amid old memories stand. 

So shall you toil, and shall accomplish nought. 
And ever in your ears a phantom Band 

Shall blare away the staid official thought. 
Wherefore — and ere this awful curse be spoken. 

Cast out your swarthy sacrilegious train, 
And give — ere dancing cease and hearts be broken — 

Give us our ravished ballroom back again ! 


As I left the Halls at Lumley, rose the vision of a comely 
Maid last season worshipped dumbly, watched with 
fervour from afar; 

And I wondered idly, blindly, if the maid would greet me 

That was all — the rest was settled by the clinking tonga-bar^ 

Vea, my life and hers were coupled by the tonga coupling- 

For my misty meditation, at the second changing-stadon. 
Suffered sudden dislocation, fled before the tuneless jar 
Of a Wagner MligaiOy scfurzoy double-hand siaccatOy 
Played on either pony's saddle by the clacking tonga-bar — 
Played with human speech, I fancied, by the jigging, jolting 

**She was sweet," thought I, "last season, but 'twere surely 

wild unreason 
"Such a tiny hope to freeze on as was offered by my Star, 

*Rar of the oU-fashioncd curricle that took men up to Simla before the 

railroad was made. 


"When she whispeml. «»>etfaiBg .kU^: 'I-we fed f^ 

going badly!*" 
**And you lei the chmtee esempe ytm V* njqped the rattfif^ 

*^ What a chance and what an idiot!** clicked the vidoiii tong^^ 


Heart of man — O heart of putty! Had I gone by Kaka-^ 


On the old Hill-road and rutty, I had *8caped that fatal car. 

But his fortune each must bide by, so I watched the mile- 
stones slide by 

To — " You call on Her to-morrow !** fiigue with cymbals by 
the bar — 

** You must call on Her to-morrow I " — post-horn gallop by the 

Yet a further stage my goal on — we were whirling down to 

With a double lurch and roll on, best foot foremost, ganz 
und gar — 

"She was very sweet," I hinted. "If a kiss had been im- 
pr i n ted ? ' ' 

** ^ Would ha saved a world of trouble T* clashed the busy 

**^Been accepted or rejected !** banged and clanged the tonga- 

Then a notion wild and daring, 'spite the income-tax's paring 
And a hasty thought of sharing — less than many incomes 

are — 
Made me put a question private, (you can guess what I would 
drive at.) 
You must work the sum to prove ity^ clanked the careless 

Simple Rule of Two will prove it^* lilted back the tonga-bar. 



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It wu under Khynighaut I mused: — "Suppose the maid be 
haughty — 

"There are lovers rich — and forty; wait some wealthy 

"Answer, monitor untiring, *twixt the ponies twain per- 

"Ai«/ heart never toon fair lady^* creaked the straining 

"C§n I teU you ere you ask Her?** pounded slow the tonga- 

Last, the Tara Devi turning showed the lights of Simla 

Lit my little lazy yearning to a fiercer flame by far. 
As below the Mall we jingled, through my very heart it 

tingled — 
pid the iterated order of the threshing tonga-bar: — 
'Ttj your luck— you can*t do better!** twanged the loosened 



J)1M dawn behind the tamarisks — the sky is saffron- 
yellow — 
As the women in the village grind the corn, 
And the parrots seek the river-side, each calling to his fellow 
That the Day, the staring Eastern Day, is born. 
the white dust on the highway! O the stenches in 
the byway! 
O the clammy fog that hovers over earth ! 
And at Home they're making merry 'neath the white 
and scarlet berry — 
What part have India's exiles in their mirth? 


Full day behind the tamarisks — the sky is blue and starinj 

As the cattle crawl afield beneath the yoke. 
And they bear One o'er the field-path, who is past all hop 
To the ghat below the curUng wreaths of smoke. 
Call on Rama, going slowly, as ye bear a brother low! 
Call on Rama — ^he may hear, perhaps, your v«»ce 
With our hymn*books and our psalters we appen 
other altars. 
And to-day we bid '"^good Christian men rejoice!" 

High noon behind the tamarisks — the sun is hot a1 
us — 
As at Home the Christmas Day is breaking wan. 
They will drink our healths at dinner — those who tell us 
they love us. 
And forget us till another year be gone! 
O the toil that knows no breaking! O the heim 
ceaseless, aching! 
O the black dividing Sea and alien Plain! 
Youth was cheap — wherefore we sold it. Gold 
good — we hoped to hold it. 
And to-day we know the fulness of our gain ! 

Grey dusk behind the tamarisks — the parrots fly togethe 

As the Sun is sinking slowly over Home; 
And his last ray seems to mock us shackled in a life 
That drags us back howe'er so far we roam. 

Hard her service, poor her payment — she in and 
tattered raiment — 
India, she the grim Stepmother of our kind. 
If a year of life be lent her, if her temple's shrine we ei 
The door is shut — we may not look behind. 

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olack riight behind the tamarisks — the owls begin their 

chorus — 
As the conches from the temple scream and bray. 
nth rJ~i.e fruitless years behind us and the hopeless years 

before us, 
^t urn s honour, O my brothers, Christmas Day! 
CsK.Xl a truce, then, to our labours — let us feast with 
friends and neighbours, 
-^^nd be merry as the custom of our caste; 
FcmmTy if "faint and forced the laughter," and if sadness 

follow after, 
W"^^ are richer by one mocking Christmas past. 


JT' HERE'S a widow in sleepy Chester 

Who weeps for her only son; 
There's a grave on the Pabeng River, 

A grave that the Burmans shun^ 
And there's Subadar Prag Tewarri 

Who tells how the work was done. 

A Snider squibbed in the jungle — 
Somebody laughed and fled. 

And the men of the First Shikaris 
Picked up their Subaltern dead. 

With a big blue mark in his forehead 
And the back blown out of his head. 

Subadar Prag Tewarri, 

Jemadar Hira Lai, 
Took command of the party. 

Twenty rifles in all. 
Marched them down to the river 

As the day was beginning to fall. 


They buried the boy by the river, 
A blanket over his face — 

They wept for their dead Lieutenant, 
The men of an alien race — 

They made a samadh} in his honour, 
A mark for his resting-place. 

For they swore by the Holy Water, 
They swore by the salt they ate. 

That the soul of Lieutenant Eshmitt 
Should go to his God in state; 

With fifty file of Burman 
To open him Heaven's Gate. 

The men of the First Shikaris 
Marched rill the break of day. 

Till they came to the rebel village. 
The village of Pabengmay — 

Ajingal^ covered the clearing, 
Calthrops hampered the way. 

Subadar Prag Tewarri, 

Bidding them load with ball. 

Halted a dozen rifles 
Under the village wall; 

Sent out a flanking-party 
With Jemadar Hira Lai. 

The men of the First Shikaris 
Shouted and smote and slew, 

Turning the grinning y/«^^/ 
On to the howling crew. 

The Jemadar's flanking-party 
Butchered the folk who flew. 

^A memoriaL 'Native cannon. 

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Long was the mom of slaughter. 

Long was the list of slun. 
Five score heads were taken. 

Five score heads and twun; 
And the men of the First Shikaris 

Went back to their grave again. 

Each man bearing a basket 

Red as his palms that day. 
Red as the blazing village — 

The village of Pabengmay. 
And the ^^drip-drip-drip^^ from the baskets 

Reddened the grass by the way. 

They made a pile of their trophies 

High as a tall man's chin, 
Head upon head distorted, 

Set in a sightless grin, 
Anger and pain and terror 

Stamped on the smoke-scorched skin. 

Subadar Prag Tewarri 

Put the head of the Boh 
On the top of the mound of triumph. 

The head of his son below — 
With the sword and the peacock-banner 

That the world might behold and know. 

Thus the samhdh was perfect. 

Thus was the lesson plain 
Of the wrath of the First Shikaris — 

The price of a white man slain; 
And the men of the First Shikaris 

Went back into camp again. 


Then a silence came to the river, 

A hush fell over the shore. 
And the Bohs that were brave departed. 

And Sniders squibbed no more; 

For the Burmans said 

That a white-man's head 
Must be paid for with heads five-score. 

There* s a widow in sleepy Chester 
Who vfeepsjor her only son; 

There* s a grave on the Paieng River^ 
A grave that the Burmans shun^ 

And there* s Stibadar Prag Tewarri 
fVho tells how the work was done. 



O LONG as 'neath the Kalka hiUs 
The tonga-horn shall ring, 
So long as down the Solon dip 
The hard-held ponies swing, 
So long as Tara Devi sees 

The lights of Simla town. 
So long as Pleasure calls us up. 
Or Duty drives us down, 
If you love me as I love you 
JVhat pair so happy as we two f 

So long as Aces take the King, 

Or backers take the bet, 
So long as debt leads men to wed. 

Or marriage leads to debt, 

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So long as little luncheons, Love, 
And scandal hold their vogue, 
While there is sport at Annandale 
Or whisky at Jutogh, 
If you love me as I love you 
. What knife can cut our love in two f 

So long as down the rocking floor 

The raving polka spins, 
So long as Kitchen Lancers spur 

The maddened violins. 
So long as through the whirling smoke 

We hear the oft-told tale — 
** Twelve hundred in the Lotteries," 

And Whatshemame for sale? 
If you love me as I love you 
We'll play the game and win it too. 

So long as Lust or Lucre tempt 

Straight riders from the course, 
So long as with each drink we pour 

Black brewage of Remorse, 
So long as those unloaded guns 

We keep beside the bed. 
Blow off, by obvious accident. 

The lucky owner's head. 
If you love me as I love you 
What can Life kill or Death undo f 

So long as Death 'twixt dance and dance 
Chills best and bravest blood. 

And drops the reckless rider down 
The rotten, rain-soaked khudy 

So long as rumours from the North 

Make loving wives afraid, 
So long as Burma takes the boy 
Or typhoid kills the maidi 
1/ you love me as I love you 
What knife can cut our love in two t 1 

By sll that li^ts our duly Hfe 

Or worin our liflek»g wo^ 
Fnun Btrilesagunge to Surin D oirp t . 

And thoM pirn sUdcfl bdioi^ •. . 
Where, heedlen </die fljiqg hooir 

And dunour oTcriiead, 
Steep, vith the grey langur for gnavA 

Our very scornful Dead, 
If you hoe me ai I bntyvm 
AU Earth it servant to us two I 

By Docket, Billetdoux, and File, 

By Mountain, Cliff, and Fir, 
By Fan and Sword and Office-box, 

By Corset, Plume, and Spur 
By Riot, Revel, Waltz, and War, 

By Women, Work, and Bills, 
By all the life that 6zzes in 

The everlasting Hills, 

If you love me as I love you 
ffhat pair sp happy as we two f 


TF IT be pleasant to look on, stalled in the packed semi. 
Does not the Young Man try Its temper and pKc ere 

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If She be pleasant to look on, what does the Young Man say? 
"Lo! She 18 pleasant to look on. Give Her to me to-day!" 


lea, though a Kafir die, to him is remitted Jehannum 
^f he borrowed in life from a native at sixty per cent, per 


^lister we not for iursaifl f So when the heart is vext, 
^^e pain of one maiden's refusal is drowned in the pain of 
the next. 


temper of chums, the love of your wife, and a new pi- 
^^ ano's tune — 

^^fliich of the three will you trust at the end of an Indian 

^^Tk) are the rulers of Ind — to whom shall we bow the knee? 
^lakc your peace with the women, and men will make you 
L. G.« 


Does the woodpecker flit round the young ferash f Does 

the grass clothe a new-built wall ? 
It she under thirty, the woman who holds a boy in her thrall? 


If She grow suddenly gracious — reflect. Is it all for thee? 
The blackbuck is stalked through the bullock, and Man 
through jealousy. 

*A tkin disease of Korscs. 'Lieutenant-Governor. 



Seek not for favour of women. So shall you find it ind 
Does not the boar break cover just when you're li^tii 



If He play, being young and unskilful, for shekels of i 

and gold, 
Take His money, my son, praising Allah. The kid wi 

dained to be sold. 

With a "weed" among men or horses verily this is the I 
That you work him in office or dog-cart lig^tl)r — ^but 

him no rest. 


Pleasant the snaffle of Courtship, improving the ma 

and carriage; 
But the colt who is wise will abstain from the terrible t 

bit of Marriage. 


As the thriftless gold of the babul^ so is the gold that we s 
On a Derby Sweep, or our neighbour's wife, or the 
that we buy from a friend. 


The ways of man with a maid be strange, yet simph 

To the ways of a man with a horse, when selling or r 

that same. 

* Acacia. 


In public Her face turneth to thee, and pleasant Her smile 

when ye meet, 
Itisill, The cold rocks of El-Gidar smile thus on the waves 

at their feet. 
In public Her face is averted, with anger She nameth thy 

It ii well. Was there ever a loser content with the loss of the 


If She have spoken a word, remember thy lips are sealed, 

And the Brand of the Dog is upon him by whom is the secret 

If She have written a letter, delay not an instant but burn it. 

Tear it in pieces, O Fool, and the wind to her mate shall re- 
turn it! 

If there be trouble to Herward, and a lie of the blackest 
can clear, 

1-ie, while thy lips can move or a man is alive to hear. 

My Son, if a maiden deny thee and scufflingly bid thee give 

'ft hp meets with lip at the lastward. Get out! She has 

been there before. 
They are pecked on the ear and the chin and the nose who 

are lacking in lore. 

(fwcfaJlin the race, though we win, the hoof-slide is scarred 

on the course. 
Though Allah and Earth pardon Sin, remaineth for ever 


"Bj a]l I am niimdasiDodI'* if tfe Ifttna iUI h| 

Alas! I do not nndcniawl* wk^ '''P* "^ tkon no 
In vain in the i^t of the Bnd b tk net of tk Fbwlei 

My son, if I, Haiiz, thy lather, take hold of thjr knees ii 

Demanding thy name on sramped paper, one day or 

hour — refrain. 
Are the links of thy fetters so l^t that tkm cnwcst an 

man's chain? 


QENEATH the deep verandah's shade. 

When bats begin to fly, 
I sit me down and watch— alas! 

Another evening die. 
Blood-red behind the scrt/erash^ 

She rises through the haze. 
Sainted Diana! can that be 

The Moon of Other Days! 

Ah! shade of little Kitty Smith, 

Sweet Saint of Kensington! 
Say, was it ever thus at Home 

The Moon of August shone, 
When arm in arm we wandered long 

Through Putney's evening haze. 
And Hammersmith was Heaven beneath 

The Moon of Other Days? 


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But Wmndk's stream is Sutlej now. 

And Ptitnej's evening haze 
The dust that half a hundred kine 

Before my window raise. 
Unkempt, unclean, athwart the mist 

The seething city looms. 
In place of Putney's golden gorse 

The sickly hahul blooms. 

Glare down, dd Hecate, through the dust. 

And Ud the pie-dog yell. 
Draw from the drain its typhoid-germ. 

From each bazaar its smell; 
Yea, suck the fever from the tank 

And sap my strength therewith: 
Thank Heaven, you show a smiling face 

To little Kitty Smith! 


TpHIS fell when dinner-time was done — 
Twixt the first an* the second rub — 
That oor mon Jock cam' hame again 
To his rooms ahint the Club. 

An' syne he laughed, an' syne he sang, 

An' syne we thocht him fou, 
An' syne he trumped his partner's trick, 

An* garred his partner rue. 

Then up and spake an elder mun, 

That held the Spade its Ace- 
God save the lad! Whence comes the licht 

"That wimples cm his face?" 



An' Jock he sniggered, an' Jock he smiled. 
An' ower the card-brim wunk: — 

"I'm a' too fresh fra' the stirrup-peg, 
"May be that I am drunk." 

"There's whusky brewed in Galashiels 

"An' L. L. L. for bye; 
"But never liquor lit the lowe 

"That keeks fra' oot your eye. 

"There's a thrid o' hair on your dress-coat 

"Aboon the heart a wee?" 
"Oh! that is fra' the lang-haired Skye 

"That slobbers ower me." 



Oh! lang-haired Skyes are lovin' beasts, 

An' terrier dogs are fair, 
But never yet was terrier born, 
" Wi' ell-lang gowden hair! 

** There's a smirch o' pouther on your brca 

"Below the left lappel?" 
"Oh! that is fca' my auld cigar, 

"Whenas the stump-end fell." 

"Mon Jock, ye smoke the Trichi coarse, 

"For ye are short o' cash, 
"An' best Havanas couldna leave 

"Sae white an' pure an ash. 

"This nicht ye stopped a story braid. 
An' stopped it wi' a curse. 
Last nicht ye told that tale yoursel' — 
An' capped it wi' a worse! 



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Oh! we're no fou! Oh! we're no fou! 
"But plainly we can ken 
Ye'rc fallin', fallin' fra the band 
O' cantie single men!" 


An* it fell when j/rr/j-shaws were sere, 
An' the nichts were lang and mirk, 

In braw new breeks, wi' a gowden ring, 
Oor Jockie gaed to the Kirk ! 


^ueen Ficiorias Jubilee. 

June iist, 1887 

11 Y THE well, where the bullocks go 

Silent and blind and slow — 
By the field, where the young corn dies 
In the face of the sultry skies. 
They have heard, as the dull Earth hears 
The voice of the wind of an hour. 
The sound of the Great Queen's voice: — 
**My God hath given me years, 
"Hath granted dominion and power: 
"And I bid you, O Land, rejoice." 

And the Ploughman settles the share 

More deep in the grudging clod; 

For he saith: — "The wheat is my care, 

And the rest is the will of God. 

He sent the Mahratta spear 

As He sendeth the rain, 
"And the Mlech} in the fated year. 

Broke the spear in twain, 

*Thc foreigner. 






And was broken in turn. Vnio knows 
How our Lords make strife? 
It is Rood that the young wheat grows» 
For the bread is Liie." 

Then, far and near, as the twilidit drew. 

Hissed up to the scornful' datx 
Great serpents, blazing, of red and Uue^ 
That rose and faded, and rose anew» 

That the Land might wonder and maik. 
"To-day is a day of days,*' they said* 
"Make merry, O People, aU!" 
And the Ploughman listened and bowed his head: 
''To-day and to-morrow God's will," he said. 
As he trimmed the lamps on the walL 

"He sendeth us years that are good, 
"As He sendeth the dearth. 
"He giveth to each man his food, 
"Or Her food to the Earth. 
"Our Kings and our Queens are afar — 
"On their peoples be peace — 
"God bringeth the ram to the Bar, 
"That our cattle increase." 

And the Ploughman settled the share 

More deep in the sun-dried clod: — 

"Mogul, Mahratta, and Mlech from ^e North, 

"And White Queen over the Seas — 

" God raiseth them up and driveth them forth 

"As the dust of the ploughshare flies in the breeze; 

" But the wheat and the cattle are all my care, 

"And the rest is the will of God." 

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To-tachifi-shu is condemned to death. How can he drink tea with the 
tioncr?" — Japanese Froverh, 

\jTffi eldest son bestrides him, 

And the pretty daughter rides him, 
^^^d I meet him oft o' mornings on the Course; 
'^^d there kindles in my bosom 

emotion chill and gruesome 

I canter past the Undertaker's Horse. 

^Idther shies he nor is restive, 
mit a hideously suggestive 

t, professional and placid, he affects; 
A^d the cadence of his hoof-beats 

1^0 my mind this grim reproof beats: — 

* Wend your pace, my friend, I'm coming. Who's the 

Ah! stud-bred of ill-omen, 
* have watched the strongest go — men 
^pith and might and muscle — at your heels, 
Oown the plantain-bordered highway, 
(Heaven send it ne'er be my way!) 
Iq a lacquered box and jetty upon wheels. 

^swer, sombre beast and dreary, 
Where is Brown, the young, the cheery, 

Smith, the pride of all his friends and half the Force? 

You were at that last dread dak\ 

YIt must cover at a walk, 

them back to me, O Undertaker's Horse! 

^Stage of a journey. 




With your mane unhogged and flowing. 

And your curious way of going. 

And that businesslike black crimping of your tul, 

E'en with Beauty on your back. Sir, 

Pacing as a lady's hack. Sir, 

What wonder when I meet you I turn pale? 

It may be you wait your time. Beast, 

Till I write my last bad rhyme. Beast — 

Quit the sunlight, cut the rhyming, drop the glass— 

Follow after with the others. 

Where some dusky heathen smothers 

Us with marigolds in lieu of English grass. 

Or, perchance, in years to follow, 

I shall watch your plump sides hollow. 

See Carnifex (gone lame) become a corse — 

See old age at last o'erpower you, 

And the Station Pack devour you, 

I shall chuckle then, O Undertaker's Horse! 

But to insult, jibe, and quest, IVe 

Still the hideously suggestive 

Trot that hammers out the unrelenting text. 

And I hear it hard behind me 

In what place soe'er I find me: — 

" 'Sure to catch you sooner or later. Who's the next?" 


Lord Dufferin to Lord Lansdowne: — 

CO HERE'S your Empire. No more wine, then ? Ga 

We'll clear the Aides and khitmutgars away. 
(You'll know that fat old fellow with the knife — 
He keeps the Name Book, talks in English, too. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 79 

And almost thinks himself the Government.) 

Youth, Youth, Youth! Forgive me, you're so young. 
Forty from sixty — twenty years of work 

And power to back the working. Ay de mt . 
You want to know, you want to see, to touch 
And, by your lights, to act. It's natural. 

1 wonder can I help you? Let me try. 

You saw — what did you see from Bombay east? 
Enough to frighten any one but me? 
Meat that! It frightened Me in Eighty-Four! 
Yoi shouldn't take a man from Canada 
-^iid bid him smoke in powder-magazines; 
^orwith a Reputation such as — Bah! 
I^t ghost has haunted me for twenty years, 
^4]r Reputation now full-blown. Your fault! 
Y'oirs, with your stories of the strife at Home, 
^^Wio's up, who's down, who leads and who is led — 
^^^^ne reads so much, one hears so little here. 
^VeO, now's your turn of exile. I go back 
« Rome and leisure. All roads lead to Rome. 
^^ books — the refuge of the destitute. 
VVhen you . . . that brings me back to India. See! 
Start dear. I couldn't. Egypt served my turn, 
^oull never plumb the Oriental mind. 
And if you did, it isn't worth the toil. 
Think of a sleek French priest in Canada; 
Divide by twenty half-breeds. Multiply 
Bf twice the Sphinx's silence. There's your East, 
And vou're as wise as ever. So am I. 

Accept on trust and work in darkness, strike 
At venture, stumble forward, make your mark, 
(It's chalk on granite) then thank God no flame 
Utps from the rock to shrivel mark and man. 
Im dear — my mark is made. Three months of drouth 
Hid mined much. It rained and washed away 
The specks that might have gathered on my Name. 
1 took a country twice the size of France, 


And shuttered up one doorwmy in the North. 

I stand by those. Youll find that both will pay, 

I pledged my Name on bpth — they're yoms to-a%ht. 

Hold to them — they hold fame enongh for tvvo. 

I'm old, but I shaU live till Banna pays. 

Men there — noi German traders — Cr-tthw-te knowa* 

You'll find it in my papers. For the North 

Guns always — quietly — but always gona. 

YouVe seen your Coundl? Yes, theyll try to mki 

And prize thdr Reputations. Have you met 

A grim lay-reader with a taste for coins. 

And faith in Sin most men withhold fnrni God? 

He's gone to England. R-p-n knew hb grip 

And kicked. A Coundl always has its H-pes. 

They look for nothing ftom the West but Death 

Or Bath or Bournemouth. Here's their ground. 


Until the Middle Classes take them back. 
One of ten millions plus a C. S. I., 
Or drop in harness. Legion of the Lost? 
Not altogether. Earnest, narrow men, 
But chiefly earnest, and they'll do your work. 
And end by writing letters to the Times. 
(Shall I write letters, answering H-nt-r — fawn 
With R-p-n on the Yorkshire grocers? Ugh!) 
They have their Reputations. Look to one — 
I work with him — the smallest of them all, 
White-haired, red-faced, who sat the plunging horse 
Out in the garden. He's your right-hand man. 
And dreams of tilting W-ls-y from the throne. 
But while he dreams gives work we cannot buy; 
He has his Reputation — wants the Lords 
By way of Frontier Roads. Meantime, I think. 
He values very much the hand that falls 
Upon his shoulder at the Council table — 
Hates cats and knows his business. Which is yours. 
Your business! Twice a hundred million souls. 

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>ur business! I could tell you what I did 
me nights of Eighty-five, at Simla, worth 
Kingdom's ransom. When a big, ship drives 
id knows to what new reef, the man at the wheel 
ays with the passengers. They lose their lives, 
rescued go their way; but he's no man 
take his trick at the wheel again. That's worse 
an drowning. Well, a galled Mashobra mule 
:>u'll see Mashobra) passed me on the Mall, 
d I was — some fool's wife had ducked and bowed 
show the others I would stop and speak, 
en the mule fell — three galls, a hand-breadth each, 
liind the withers. Mrs. Whatsisname 
ITS at the mule and me by turns, thweet thoul! 
low could they make him carry such a load!" 
aw — it isn't often I dream dreams — 
)re than the mule that minute — smoke and flame 
>m Simla to the haze below. That's weak, 
u're younger. You'll dream dreams before you've done. 
•uVe youth, that's one; good workmen — that means two 
ir chances in your favour. Fate's the third. 
:now what / did. Do you ask me, ** Preach?" 
inswer by my past or else go back 
' platitudes of rule — or take you thus 
confidence and say: — "You know the trick: 
fouVe governed Canada. You know. You know!" 
id all the while commend you to Fate's hand 
lere at the top one loses sight o' God), 
mmend you, then, to something more than you — 
le Other People's blunders and . . . that's all. 
I agonise to serve you if I could. 
s incommunicable, like the cast 
at drops the hackle with the gut adry. 
much — too little — there's your salmon lost! 
d so I tell you nothing — wish you luck, 
i wonder — how I wonder! — for your sake! 
i triumph for my own. You're young, you're young, 


You hold to half a hundred Shibboletha. 

I'm old. I followed Power to the last. 

Gave her my best, and Power followed Me* 

It's worth it — on my soul I'm speaking plain. 

Here by the claret glasses! — worth it alL 

I gave — no matter what I gave — ^I win. 

I know I win. Mine's worik, good woric that livesl 

A country twice the size of France — the North 

Safeguarded. That's my record: sink the rest 

And better if you can. The Rains may serve, 

Rupees may rise — three pence will give you Fame — 

It's rash to hope for sixpence ... If thev rise 

Get guns, more guns, and lift the salt-tax. Cml 

I told you what the Congress meant or thought? 

rU answer nothing. Half a year will prove 

The full extent of time and thought you'll dpare 

To Congress. Ask a Lady Doctor once 

How little Begums see the light — deduce 

Thence how the True Reformer's child is bom. 

It's interesting, curious . . . and vile. 

I told the Turk he was a gentleman. 

I told the Russian that his Tartar veins 

Bled pure Parisian ichor; and he purred. 

The Congress doesn't purr. I thmk it swears. 

You're young — you'll swear too ere you've reached th 

The End! God help you, if there be a God. 

(There must be one to startle Gl-dst-ne's soul 

In that new land where all the wires are cut. 

And Cr-ss snores anthems on the asphodel.) 

God help you! And I'd help you if I could. 

But that's beyond me. Yes, your speech was crude. 

Sound claret after olives — yours and mine; 

But Medoc slips into vin ordinaire. 

(I'll drink my first at Genoa to your health) 

Raise it to Hock. You'll never catch my style. 

And, after all, the middle-classes grip 

The middle-class — for Brompton talk Earl's Court. 

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Perhaps you're right. I'll see you in the Times — 
A quarter-column of eye-searing print, 
A leader once a quarter — then a war; 
The Strand a-bellow through the fog: — "Defeat!" 
*'*Orrible slaughter!" While you lie awake 
And wonder. Oh, you'll wonder ere you're free! 
I wonder now. The four years slide away 
So fast, so fast, and leave me here alone. 
R — y, C-lv-n, L — 1, R-b-rts, B-ck, the rest. 
Princes and Powers of Darkness, troops and trains, 
< I cannot sleep in trains), land piled on land, 
^Miitewash and weariness, red rockets, dust, 
^-Miitc snows that mocked me, palaces — with draughts. 
And W-stl-nd with the drafts he couldn't pay. 
Poor W-ls-n reading his obituary 
Before he died, and H-pe, the man with bones. 
And .^-tch-s-n a dripping mackintosh 
At Council in the Rains, his grating "Sirrr" 
Half drowned by H-nt-r's silky: "Bat my lahd." 
Hunterian always: M^rsh-l spinning plates 
Or standing on his head; the Rent Bill's roar, 
A hundred thousand speeches, much red cloth. 
And Smiths thrice happy if I call them Jones, 
'I can't remembtrr half their names) or reined 
^ly pony on the Mall to greet their wives. 
More trains, more troops, more dust, and then all's done . • . 
■•our years, and 1 forget. If I forget, 
How will ihey bear me in their minds? The North 
Safeguarded — nearly (R-b-rts knows the rest), 
A country twice the size of France annexed. 
*^hat stays at least. The rest may pass — may pass — 
^ our heritage — and I can teach you naught. 
'High trust," "vast honour," "interests twice as vast," 
' Due reverence to your Council " — keep to those. 
I envy you the twenty years you've gained, 
But not the five to follow. What's that? One! 
Twol— Surely not so late. Good-night. Don*t dream. 



Cya GALLANT was our galley from her carren stteri :^Dgr 
^ wheel 

To her figurehead of silver and her beak of hammered st^?^; 
The leg-bar chafed the ankle and we gasped for cooler air^ 
But no galley on the waters with our galley could compi 

Our bulkheads bulged with cotton and our masts were steppe^ 

in gold — 
We ran a mighty merchandise of niggers in the hold; 
The white foam spun behind us, and the black shark swai^^ 

As we gripped the kicking sweep-head and we made di^^ 

galley go. 

It was merry in the galley, for we revelled nowand then — 

If they wore us down like cattle, faith, we fought and lovei^^ 

like men! 
As we snatched her through the water, so we snatched i^* 

minute's bliss. 
And the mutter of the dying never spoiled the lover's kiss. 

Our women and our children tolled beside us in the dark — 
They died, wc filed their fetters, and we heaved them to di^— 

shark — 
We heaved them to the fishes, but so fast the galley sped 
We had only time to envy, for we could not mourn our del 

Bear witness, once my comrades, what a hard-Int gang wt 

The servants of the sweep-head, but the masten of the se 
By the hands that drove her forward as she plunged ai 

yawed and sheered, 
Woman, Man, or God or Devil, was there anything i 

feared ? 

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^Vas it storm? Our fathers faced it and a wilder never blew; 

ELarth that waited for the wreckage watched the galley 
struggle through. 

B^iming noon or choking midnight, Sickness, Sorrow, Part- 
ing, Death? 
^2* ay, our very babes would mock you had they time for idle 

It to-day I leave the galley and another takes my place; 
:'s my name upon the deck-beam — let it stand a little 
M am free — to watch my messmates beating out to open 

Free of ail that Life can offer — save to handle sweep again. 

By the brand upon my shoulder, by the gall of clinging 

By the welt the whips have left me, by the scars that never 

By eyes grown old with staring through the sunwash on the 

i am paid in full for service. Would that service still were 


^^t they talk of times and seasons and of woe the years bring 

^ our galley swamped and shattered in the rollers of the 

^'^n the niggers break the hatches and the decks are gay 

with gore, 
^*yi I craven-hearted pilot crams her crashing on the shore, 

^ will need no half-mast signal, minute-gun, or rocket- 

^^^ the cry for help goes seaward, she will find her servants 


Battered chain^angs of the orlop, grizzled drafts of ycA-x^ 
gone by, 

To the bench that broke their manhood, they shall lash them- 
selves and die. 

Hale and crippled, young and aged, paid, deserted, shipp^^<l 

away — 
Palace, cot, and lazaretto shall make up the tale that day. 
When the skies are black above them, and the decks abla.:^=e 

And the top-men clear the raffle with their clasp-knives >-n 

their teeth. 

It may be that Fate will give me life and leave to row on^=:e 

more — 
Set some strong man free for fighting as I take awhile Ik- i$ 

But to-day I leave the galley. Shall I curse her service thec^^ 
God be thanked ! Whate'er -comes after, I have lived ar-^d 

toiled with Men! 


\\^HERE the sober-coloured cultivator smiles 

On his byUs; 
Where the cholera, the cyclone, and the crow 

Come and go; 
Where the merchant deals in indigo and tea, 

Hides and ghi; 
Where the Babu drops inflammatory hints 

In his prints; 
Stands a City — Chamock chose it — packed away 

Near a Bay — 
By the sewage rendered fetid, by the sewer 

Made impure. 

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% the Sunderbunds unwholesome, by the swamp 

Moist and damp; 
And the City and the Viceroy, as we see, 

Don't agree. 

Once, two hundred years ago, the trader came 

Meek and tame. 
Where his timid foot first halted, there he stayed. 

Till mere trade 
Grew to Empire, and he sent his armies forth 

South and North, 
Till the country from Peshawar to Ceylon 

Was his own. 
Thus the midday halt of Charnock — more's the pity! — 

Grew a City. 
As the fungus sprouts chaotic from its bed, 

So it spread — 
Chance-directed, chance-erected, laid and built 

On the silt — 
Palace, byre, hovel — poverty and pride — 

Side by side; 
And, above the packed and pestilential town, 

Death looked down. 

But the Rulers in that City by the Sea 

Turned to flee — 
Fled, with each returning Spring-tide from its ills 

To the Hills. 
From the clammy fogs of morning, from the blaze 

Of the days. 
From the sickness of the noontide, from the heat, 

Beat retreat; 
For the country from Peshawar to Ceylon 

Was their own. 
But 'the Merchant risked the perils of the Plain 

For his gain. 


Now the resting-place of Chamock, 'neath the 

Asks an ahns. 
And the burden of its lamentation is. 

Briefly, this: — 
'' Because, for certain months, we txul and stew, 

"Soshoukl you. 
<Cast the Viceroy and his Council, to persmre 

"In our fire!" 
And for answer to the ai^gument, in vtin 

We explain 
That an amateur Sunt Lawrence cannot cry: — 

That the Merchant risks the penis of the Plain 

For his gam. 
Nor can Rulers rule a house that men grow rich in. 

From its kitchen. 

I^t the Babu drop inflammatory hints 

In his prints; 
And mature — consistent soul — his plan for stealing 

To Darjeeling: 
Let the Merchant seek, who makes his silver pile, 

England's isle; 
Let the City Charnock pitched on — evil day! — 

Go Her way. 
Though the argosies of Asia at Her doors 

Heap their stores, 
Though her enterprise and energy secure 

Income sure, 
Though "out-station orders punctually obeyed" 

Swell Her trade — 
Sfi/ly for rule, administration, and the rest, 

Simla's best! 

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^^Y GARDEN blazes brightly with the rose-bush and 
the peachy 
And the kdil^ sings above it, in the siris by the well, 
From the creeper-covered trellis comes the squirrel's chatter- 
ing speech, 
And the blue jay screams and flutters where the cheery 
saUihaP dwell. 
°^t the rose has lost its fragrance, and the koirs note is 
I am sick of endless sunshine, sick of blossom-burdened 
^ve me back the leafless woodlands where the winds of 
Springtime range — 
Give me back one day in England, for it's Spring in Eng- 
land now! 

* hrough the pines the gusts are booming, o'er the brown fields 
blowing chill, 
From the furrow of the ploughshare streams the fragrance 
of the loam, 
^nd the hawk nests on the clifFside and the jackdaw in the 
A.nd my heart is back in England 'mid the sights and 

sounds of Home. 
°ut the garland of the sacrifice this wealth of rose and peach 
^^ ! koily little koily singing on the siris bough, 
In my ears the knell of exile your ceaseless bell like speech 
C^nyou tell me aught of England or of Spring in England 

*The Indjan bell-bird. ' Indian starlings. 



JMPRIMIS he was "broke." Thereafter left 

His Regiment and, later, took to drink; 
Then, having lost the balance of his friends, 
"Went Fan tec" — joined the people of the land. 
Turned three parts Mussulman and one Hindu, 
And lived among the Gauri villagers. 
Who gave him shelter and a wife or twain. 
And boasted that a thorough, fiill-blood soAH 
Had come among them. Thus he spent his time. 
Deeply indebted to the village shroffs 
(Who never asked for payment), always drunk. 
Unclean, abominable, out-at-heels; 
Forgetting that he was an Englishman. 

You know they dammed the Gauri with a dam. 

And all the good contractors scamped their work 

And all the bad material at hand 

Was used to dam the Gauri — which was cheap. 

And, therefore, proper. Then the Gauri burst. 

And several hundred thousand cubic tons 

Of water dropped into the valley, ^-op. 

And drowned some five-and- twenty villagers. 

And did a lakh or two of detriment 

To crops and cattle. When the flood went down 

We found him dead, beneath an old dead horse. 

Full six miles down the valley. So we said 

He was a victim to the Demon Drink, 

And moralised upon him for a week, 

And then forgot him. Which was natural. 

But, in the valley of the Gauri, men 
Beneath the shadow of the big new dam. 
Relate a foolish legend of the flood, 

* Money-lender. 

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Accounting for the little loss of life 

(Only those five-and-twenty villagers) 

In this wise: — On the evening of the flood. 

They heard the groaning of the rotten dam, 

And voices of the Mountain Devils. Then 

An incarnation of the local God, 

Mounted upon a monster-neighing horse. 

And flourishing a flail-like whip, came down. 

Breathing ambrosia, to the villages. 

And fell upon the simple villagers 

With yells beyond the power of mortal throat. 

And blows beyond the power of mortal hand. 

And smote them with his flail-like whip, and drove 

Them clamorous with terror up the hill. 

And scattered, with the monster-neighing steed, 

Their crazy cottages about their ears. 

And generally cleared those villages. 

Then came the water, and the local God, 

Breathing ambrosia, flourishing his whip, 

And mounted on his monster-neighing steed. 

Went down the valley with the flying trees 

And residue of homesteads, while they watched 

Safe on the mountain-side these wondrous things. 

And knew that they were much beloved of Heaven. 

Wherefore, and when the dam was newly built. 

They raised a temple to the local God, 

And burnt all manner of unsavoury things 

Upon his altar, and created priests. 

And blew into a conch and banged a bell. 

And told the story of the Gauri flood 

With circumstance and much embroidery. . . • 

So he, the whiskified Objectionable, 

Unclean, abominable, out-at-heels. 

Became the tutelary Deity 

Of all the Gauri valley villages. 

And may in time become a Solar Myth. 




"^O HOPEy no change! The clouds have shut us in, 
And through the cloud the sullen Sun strikes down 
Full on the bosom of the tortured Town, 
Till Night falls heavy as remembered sin 
That will not suffer sleep or thought of ease. 
And, hour on hour, the dry-eyed Moon in spite 
Glares through the haze and mocks with watery lighi 
The torment of the uncomplaining trees. 
Far off, the Thunder bellows her despair 
To echoing Earth, thrice parched. The lightnings fly 
In vain. No help the heaped-up clouds afford. 
But wearier weight of burdened, burning air. 
What truce with Dawn ? Look, from the aching sky. 
Day stalks, a tyrant with a flaming sword! 



T DAWN there was a murmur in the trees, 
A ripple on the tank, and in the air 

Presage of coming coolness — everywhere 
A voice of prophecy upon the breeze. 
Up leapt the Sun and smote the dust to gold, 

And strove to parch anew the heedless land. 
All impotently, as a King grown old 

Wars for the Empire crumbling 'neath his hand. 

One after one the lotos- petals fell, 

Beneath the onslaught of the rebel year, 

In mutiny against a furious sky; 

And far-off Winter whispered: — "It is weU! 

"Hot Summer dies. Behold your help is near, 

"For when men's need is sorest, then come I." 

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''l^HE smoke upon your Altar dies, 

The flowers decay, 
The Goddess of your sacrifice 

Has flown away. 
What profit then to sing or slay 
The sacrifice from day to day? 

•We know the Shrine is void," they said, 

"The Goddess flown — 
'* Yet wreaths arc on the altar laid — 

"The Altar^tone 
" Is black with fumes of sacrifice, 
"Albeit She has fled our eyes. 

"For, it may be, if still we sing 

"And tend the Shrine, 
Some Deity on wandering wing 

"May there incline; 
"And, finding all in order meet, 
"Stay while we worship at Her feet." 



(PrtluiU to Collected Verse) 

TL^EAT make them fires on the hearth 

Each under his roof-tree^ 
And the Four IVinds thai rule the earth 
They How the smoke to me. 


Across the high hills and the sea 
And all the changeful skies ^ 

The Four Winds blow the smoke to me 
Till the tears are in my eyes. 

Until the tears are in my eyes 
And my heart is wellnigh broke 

For thinking on old memories 
That gather in the smoke. 

fFith every shift of every wind 
The homesick memories comCy 

From every quarter of mankind 
Where I have made me a home. 

Four times afire against the cold 
And a roof against the rain — 

Sorrow fourfold and joy fourfold 
The Four Winds bring again ! 

How can I answer which ts best 
Of all the fires that burn ? 

I have been too often host or guest 
At every fire in turn. 

How can I turn from any fire y 
On any man^s hearthstone ? 

I know the wonder and desire 
That went to build my own ! 

How can I doubt man^s joy or woe 
Where'er his house-fires shinCy 

Since all that man must undergo 
Will visit me at mine ? 

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Ohy you Four Winds that blow so strong 

And know that this is true^ 
Stoop for a little and carry my song 
To all the men 1 knew ! 

Where there are fires against the cold^ 
Or roofs against the rain — 

With love fourfold and joy fourfold y 
Take them my songs again! 



^^HYOND the path of the outmost sun through utter 

darkness hurled — 
** ^^hcr than ever comet flared or vagrant star-dust swirled — 
^vc such as fought and sailed and ruled and loved and made 

our world. 

*hcy arc purged of pride because they died, they know the 

worth of their bays; 
*Hcy sit at wine with the Maidens Nine and the Gods of the 

Elder Days — 
U is their will to serve or be still as fitteth Our Father's praise. 

Tis theirs to sweep through the ringing deep where Azrael's 

outposts are, 
OrhuflFet a path through the Pit's red wrath when God goes 

out to war, 
Of hang with the reckless Seraphim on the rein of a red- 

maned star. 



They take their mirth in the jpy of the Earth — they 

grieve for her pain. 
They know of toil and the end of toil; they know God's 

is plain; 
So they whistle the Devil to make them sport who know 

Sin is vain. 

And oft-times cometh our wise Lord God, master of 

And tells them tales of His daily toil, of Edens newly ma^ 
And they rise to their feet as He passes by, gentlemen ^ 


To these who are cleansed of base Desire, Sorrow and Lts 

and Shame — 
Gods for they knew the hearts of men, men for they stoops 

to Fame — 
Borne on the breath that men call Death, my brothel 

spirit came. 

He scarce had need to doiF his pride or slough the dross 

Earth — 
E'en as he trod that day to God so walked he from his birth" 
In simpleness and gentleness and honour and clean mirth. 

So cup to lip in fellowship they gave him welcome high 
And made him place at the banquet board — the Strong Me 

ranged thereby, 
Who had done his work and held his peace and had no fes 

to die. 

Beyond the loom of the last lone star, through open darkne: 

Further than rebel comet dared or hiving star-swarm swirlec 
Sits he with those that praise our God for that they serve 

His world. 

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'T'HY/ace is Jar from this our war^ 

Our call and counter-cry y 
I shall not find Thee quick and kindy 

Nor know Thee till I die. 
Enough for me in dreams to see 

And touch Thy garments^ hem: 
Thy feet have trod so near to God 

I may not follow them 1 

Through wantonness if men profess 

They weary of Thy parts. 
E'en let them die at blasphemy 

And perish with their arts; 
But we that love, but we that prove 

Thine excellence august, 
While we adore, discover more 

Thee perfect, wise, and just. 

Since spoken word Man's Spirit stirred 

Beyond his belly-need, 
WTiat is is Thine of fair design 

In Thought and Craft and Deed. 
Each stroke aright of toil and fight, 

That was and that shall be. 
And hope too high wherefore we die. 

Has birth and worth in Thee. 

Who holds by Thee hath Heaven in fee 

To gild his dross thereby, 
And knowledge sure that he endure 

A child until he die — 


For to make plain that man's disdain 

Is but new Beauty's birth — 
For to possess in singleness 

The joy of all the earth. 

As Thou didst teach all lovers speech 

And Life all mystery, 
So shalt Thou rule by every school 

Till life and longing die. 
Who wast or yet the Lights were set, 

A whisper in the Void, 
Who shalt be sung through planets young 

When this is clean destroyed. 

Beyond the bounds our staring rounds. 

Across the pressing dark. 
The children wise of outer skies 

Look hitherward and mark 
A light that shifts, a glare that drifts. 

Rekindling thus and thus, 
Not all forlorn, for Thou hast borne 

Strange tales to them of us. 

Time hath no tide but must abide 

The servant of Thy will; 
Tide hath no time, for to Thy rhyme 

The ranging stars stand still- 
Regent of spheres that lock our fears 

Our hopes invisible, 
Oh 't was certes at Thy decrees 

We fashioned Heaven and Hell ! 

Pure Wisdom hath no certain path 
That lacks thy morning-eyne, 

And Captains bold by Thee controlled 
Most like to Gods design. 

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Thou art the Voice to kingly boys 

To lift them through the fight, 
And G>mfortress of Unsuccess, 

To give the Dead good-night. 

A veil to draw 'twixt God His Law 

And Man's infirmity, 
A shadow kind to dumb and blind 

The shambles where we die; 
A rule to trick th' arithmetic, 

Too base, of leaguing odds— 
The spur of trust, the curb of lust. 

Thou handmaid of the Gods! 

O Charity, all patiently 
Abiding wrack and scaith! 

Faith, that meets ten thousand cheats 
Yet drops no jot of faith! 

Devil and brute Thou dost transmute 

To higher, lordlier show. 
Who art in sooth that lovely Truth 

The careless angels know! 

Thy face is Jar from this our wary 
Our call and counter-cry y 

1 may not find Thee quick and kindy 
Nor know Thee till I die. 

Yet may I look with heart unshook 

On blow brought home or missed- 
Yet may I hear with equal ear 

The clarions down the List; 
Yet set my lance above mischance 

And ride the barriere — 
Ohy hit or misSy how little */ /V, 

Siy Lady is not there ! 




§PEAKIN' in general, I 'ave tried 'em aU— 

The 'appy roads that take you o'er the worid.. 
Speakin' in general, I 'aye found them good 
For such as cannot use one bed too long. 
But must g*t 'ence, the same as I 'ave done. 
An' go observin' matters till they die. 

What do it matter where or 'ow we die. 

So long as we've our 'ealth to watch it all — 

The different ways that different things are done» 

An' men an' women lovin' in this world; 

Takin' our chances as they come along, 

An' when they ain't, pretendin' they are good? 

In cash or credit — no, it aren't no good; 
You 'ave to 'ave the 'abit or you'd die. 
Unless you lived your life but one day long. 
Nor didn't prophesy nor fret at all. 
But drew your tucker some'ow from the world. 
An' never bothered what you might ha' done. 

But, Gawd, what things are they I 'aven't done! 
I've turned my 'and to most, an' turned it good. 
In various situations round the world — 
For 'im that doth not work must surely die; 
But that's no reason man should labour all 
'Is life on one same shift — life's none so long. 

Therefore, from job to job I've moved along. 
Pay couldn't 'old me when my time was done» 
For something in my 'ead upset it all. 

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**1 1 'ad dropped whatever 't was for good, 
v^^> out at sea, be'eld the dock-lights die, 
^^ met my mate — the wind that tramps the world! 

*^ s like a book, I think, this bloomin' world, 
^^hich you can read and care for just so long, 
^^t presently you feel that you will die 
Unless you get the page you're readin' done, 
A^i' turn another — likely not so good; 
^ut what you're after is to turn 'em all. 

^awd bless this world ! Whatever she 'ath done — 
cep' when awful long — I've found it good, 
write, before I die, "'E liked it all!" 


I 894 

T SENT a message to my dear — 

A thousand leagues and more to Her- 
The dumb sea-levels thrilled to hear. 
And Lost Atlantis bore to Her! 

Behind my message hard I came. 
And nigh had found a grave for me; 

But that I launched of steel and fiame 
Did war against the wave for me. 

Uprose the deep, in gale on gale, 
To bid me change my mind again — 

He broke his teeth along my rail. 
And, roaring, swung behind again. 


I stayed the sun at noon to tell 
My way across the waste of it; 

I read the storm before it fell 
And made the better haste of it. 

Afar, I hailed the land at night — 
The towers I built had heard of me — 

Andy ere my rocket reached its height, 
Had flashed my Love the word of me. 

Earth sold her chosen men of strength 
(They lived and strove and died for me; 

To drive my road a nation's length. 
And toss the miles aside for me. 

I snatched their toil to serve my needs — 
Too slow their fleetest flew for me. 

I tired twenty smoking steeds, 
And bade them bait a new for me. 

I sent the Lightnings forth to see 
Where hour by hour She waited me. 

Among ten million one was She, 
And surely all men hated me! 

Dawn ran to meet me at my goal — 
Ah, day no tongue shall tell again! 

And little folk of little soul 
Rose up to buy and sell again! 

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"^^^^EN the darkened Fifties dip to the North, 
And frost and the fog divide the air, 
the day is dead at his breaking-forth, 
Sirs, it is bitter beneath the Bear! 

F*a*j- to Southward they wheel and glance, 

TTie million molten spears of morn — 
T^ We spears of our deliverance 

TTiat shine on the house where we were bom. 

^ about our bows. 
Flying sea-fires in our wake: 
is is the road to our Father's House, 
^liither we go for our souls' sake! 

^^•^^ have forfeited our birthright, 

^e have forsaken all things meet; 
< have foraotten the look of light, 
AVc have forgotten the scent of heat. 

y that walk with shaded brows, 
Year by year in a shining land, 

y be men of our Father's House, 
They shall receive us and understand. 

^^'e shall go back by the boltless doors, 

^ To the life unaltered our childhood knew — 
^o the naked feet on the cool, dark floors. 
And the high-ceiled rooms that the Trade blows through: 


To the trumpet-flowers and the moon beyond. 
And the tree-toad's chorus drowning aU — 

And the lisp of the split bananas-frond 
That talked us to sleep when we were 3mall. 

The wayside magic, the threshold spells. 
Shall soon undo what the North has done — 

Because of the sights and the sounds and the smel 
That ran with our youth in the eye of the sun. 

And Earth accepting shall ask no vows, 
Nor the Sea our love, nor our lover the Sky. 

When we return to our Father's House 
Only the English shall wonder why! 


I 9 I 4 - I 8 


HE Doorkeepers of Zion, 
They do not always stand 

In helmet and whole armour. 

With halberds in their hand; 
But, being sure of Zion, 

And all her mysteries, 
They rest awhile in Zion, 
Sit down and smile in Zion; 
Ay, even jest in Zion; 

In Zion, at their ease. 

The Gatekeepers of Baal, 
They dare not sit or lean. 

But fume and fret and posture 
And foam and curse between; 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 105 

For being bound to Baal, 

Whose sacrifice is vain. 
Their rest is scant with Baal, 
They glare and pant for Baal, 
They mouth and rant for Baal, 

For Baal in their pain! 

But we will go to Zion, 

By choice and not through dread, 
With these our present comrades 

And those our present dead; 
And, being free of Zion 

In both her fellowships. 
Sit down and sup in Zion — 
Stand up and drink in Zion 
Whatever cup in Zion 

Is offered to our lips! 



" And thert is a Japanese idol ai Kamakura ** 


YE who tread the Narrow Way 
By Tophet-flare to Judgment Day, 
Be gentle when "the heathen" pray 
To Buddha at Kamakura! 

To him the Way, the Law, apart, 
Whom Maya held beneath her heart, 
Ananda's Lord, the Bodhisat, 
The Buddha of Kamakura. 


For though he neither burns nor sees. 
Nor hears ye thank your Deities, 
Ye have not sinned with such as these. 
His children at Kamakura, 

Yet spare us still the Western joke 
When joss-sticks turn to scented smoke 
The little sins of little folk 
That worship at Kamakura — 

The grey-robed, gay-sashed butterflies 
That flit beneath the Master's eyes. 
He is beyond the Mysteries 
But loves them at Kamakunu 

And whoso will, from Pride released, 
Contemning neither creed nor priest. 
May feel the Soul of all the East 
About him at Kamakura. 

Yea, every tale Ananda heard. 
Of birth as fish or beast or bird. 
While yet in lives the Master stirred. 
The warm wind brings Kamakura. 

Till drowsy eyelids seem to see 

A-flower 'neath her golden tUee 

The Shwe-Dagon flare easterly 

From Burmah to Kamakura, 

And down the loaded air there comes 
The thunder of Thibetan drums. 
And droned — **0m mane padme hums^ 
A world's-width from Kamakura. 

^The Buddhist invocation. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 107 

Yet Brahmans rule Benares still, 

Buddh-Gaya's ruins pit the hill, 

And beef-fed zealots threaten ill 

To Buddha and Kamakura. 

A tourist-show, a legend told, 
A rusting bulk of bronze and gold. 
So much, and scarce so much, ye hold 
The meaning of Kamakura? 

But when the morning prayer is prayed. 
Think, ere ye pass to strife and trade, 
Is God in human image made 
No nearer than Kamakura? 


I 9 I 8 

^E KNEW thee of old. 

Oh divinely restored. 
By the light of thine eyes 
And the light of thy Sword. 

From the graves of our slain 

Shall thy valour prevail 
As we greet thee again — 

Hail, Liberty! Hail! 

Long time didst thou dwell 
Mid the peoples that mourn, 
. Awaiting some voice 

That should bid thee return. 


Ah, slow broke that day 
And no man dared caU» 

For the shadow of tyranny 
Lay over all: 

And we saw thee sad-eyed. 
The tears on thy cheeks 

While thy raiment was dyed 
In the blood of the Greeks. 

Yet, behold now thy sons 
With impetuous breath 

Go forth to the fight 
Seeking Freedom or Death. 

From the graves of our slain 
Shall thy valour prevail 

As we greet thee again 
Hail, Liberty! Hail! 



'TTHERE dwells a wife by the Northern Gate^ 

And a wealthy wife is she; 
She breeds a breed o' rovin' men 
And casts them over sea. 

And some are drowned in deep water. 

And some in sight o* shore, 
And word goes back to the weary wife 

And ever she sends more. 

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Tor since that wife had gate or gear, 

Or hearth or garth or field, 
She willed her sons to the white harvest, 

And that is a bitter yield. 

She wills her sons to the wet ploughing. 

To ride the horse of tree; 
.And syne her sons come back again 

Far-spent from out the sea. 

TTie good wife's sons come home again 

With little into their hands, 
Sut the lore of men that have dealt with men 

In the new and naked lands; 

Sut the faith of men that have brothered men 

By more than easy breath, 
-And the eyes o' men that have read with men 

In the open books of Death. 

Hich are they, rich in wonders seen. 

But poor in the goods o' men; 
So what they have got by the skin of their teeth 

They sell for their teeth again. 

-And whether they lose to the naked life 

Or win to their hearts' desire, 
TThey tell it all to the weary wife 

That nods beside the fire. 

Her hearth is wide to every wind 
That makes the white ash spin; 

And tide and tide and 'tween the tides 
Her sons go out and in; 


(Out with great mirth that do desire 

Hazard of trackless ways — 
In with content to wait their watch 

And warm before the bkze); 

And some return by failing light. 

And some in waking dream. 
For she hears the heels of the dripping ghosts 

That ride the rough roof-beam. ■ 

Home, they come home from all the ports. 

The living and the dead; 
The good wife's sons come home agun 

For her blessing on their head! 


"pOR things we never mention. 

For Art misunderstood — 
For excellent intention 

That did not turn to good; 
From ancient tales' renewing, 

From clouds we would not clear 
Beyond the Law's pursuing 

We fled, and settled here. 

We took no tearful leaving, 

We bade no long good-byes; 
Men talked of crime and thieving. 

Men wrote of fraud and lies. 
To save our injured feelings 

'T was time and time to go — 
Behind was dock and Dartmoor, 

Ahead lay Callao! 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 iii 

The widow and the orphan 

That pray for ten per cent. 
They clapped their trailers on us 

To spy the road we went. 
They watched the foreign sailings 

(They scan the shipping still), 
And that's your Christian people 

Returning good for ill! 

God bless the thoughtfol islands 

Where never warrants come; 
God bless the just Republics 

That give a man a home, 
That ask no foolish questions. 

But set him on his foet; 
And save his wifo and daughters 

From the workhouse and the street! 

On church and square and market 

The noonday silence falls; 
You'll hear the drowsy mutter 

Of the fountain in our halls. 
Asleep amid the yuccas 

The city takes her ease — 
Till twilight brings the land-wind 

To the clicking jalousies. 

Day long the diamond weather. 

The high, unaltered blue — 
The smell of goats and incense 

And the mule-bells tinkling through. 
Day long the warder ocean 

That keeps us from our kin. 
And once a month our levee 

When the English mail comes In. 


You'll find us up and waiting 

To treat you at the bar; 
You'll find us less exduuve 

Than the average English are. 
We'll meet you with a carriage. 

Too glad to show you round. 
But — ^we do not lunch on steamers, 

For they are English ground. 

We sail o' nights to England 

And join our smiling Boards — 
Our wives go in with Viscounts 

And our daughters dance with Lords, 
But behind our princely doings. 

And behind each coup we make. 
We feel there's Something Waiting, 

And — we meet It when we wake. 

Ah God ! One snifF of England — 

To greet our flesh and blood — 
To hear the traflic slurring 

Once more through London mud! 
Our towns of wasted honour — 

Our streets of lost delight! 
How stands the old Lord Warden? 

Are Dover's cliffs still white? 


I 9 I 4- I 8 

TPHE Garden called Gethsemane 

In Picardy it was, 
And there the people came to see 
The English soldiers pass. 

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We used to pass — we used to pass 

Or halt, as it might be, 
And ship our masks in case of gas 

Beyond Gethsemane. 

The Garden called Gethsemane, 

It held a pretty lass. 
But all the time she talked to me 

I prayed my cup might pass. 
The officer sat on the chair. 

The men lay on the grass. 
And all the time we halted there 

I prayed my cup might pass. 

It didn't pass — it didn't pass — 

It didn t pass from me. 
I drank it when we met the gas 

Beyond Gethsemane. 


I 894 

^OU couldn't pack a Broadwood half a mile — 
You mustn't leave a fiddle in the damp — 
You couldn't raft an organ up the Nile, 
And play it in an Equatorial swamp. 
/ travel with the cooking-pots and pails — 
I'm sandwiched 'tween the coffee and the pork — 
"^d when the dusty column checks and tails, 
You should hear me spur the rearguard to a walk! 

With my '* PiHy-wi/ly-wwky'Winky'popp !'* 
[Oh, it's any tune that comes into my head!] 

So I keep 'em moving forward till they drop; 
So I play 'em up to water and to bed. 


In the silence of the ctmp befiwe the fi^t* ' 

When it's goodto mHke your will aodMijr your 
You can hear my slrumpty-tumpty ovcnd^^ 

Explaining ten to one ms tlwrnyi Auf* 
I'm me Prophet of the Utterly Absurd} 

Of the Patently Impossible and Vun — 
And when the Thing that Couldn't hasoc oi rted. 

Give me time to change my leg uid go ■gain. 

With my " Tun^a-mmps- i im ^ t u mf m tu mf I" 
In the desert where the dun^^ied camp-cmdEe cnilc^ 

There was never race be^HC ns tUl I led oar ka# 
I — the war-dnini of the White Man roood the mid* 

By the bitter road the Younger Son must tread. 

Ere he mn to hearth and saddle of his owni~- 
'Mid the riot of the shearers at the shed, 

In the silence of the herder's hut alone — 
In the twilight, on a bucket upside down. 

Hear me babble what the weakest won't confess — 
I am Memory and Torment — I am Town! 

I am all that ever went with evening dress! 

With my " Tuttka-tunka-tunka-tunka-4unk !" 

[So the lights — the London Lights — grow near tn^ 
plain !] 

So I rowel 'em afresh towards the Devil and the H eJl^ 
Till I bring my broken rankers home again. 

In desire of many marvels over sea. 

Where the new-raised tropic city sweats and toarSt 
I have sailed with Young Ulysses from the quay 

Till the anchor rumbled down on stranger shores. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 115 

is blooded to the open and the sky, 
rle is taken in a snare that shall not fail, 
i shall hear me singing strongly, till he die, 
Like the shouting of a backstay in a gale. 


With my ''Hya ! Heeya ! Heeya ! Hullah ! Haul P 
[Oh the green that thunders aft along the deck!] 

Are you sick o' towns and men? You must sign and 
sail again, 
For it's "Johnny Bowlegs, pack your kit and trek!" 

Through the gorge that gives the stars at noon-day clear — 

Up die pass that packs the scud beneath our wheel — 
Round the bluff that sinks her thousand fathom sheer — 

Down the valley with our guttering brakes asqueal: 
Where the trestle groans and quivers in the snow, 

Where the many-shedded levels loop and twine. 
Hear me lead my reckless children from below 

Till we sing the Song of Roland to the pine! 

With my " Tinka^inka^inkaMnkaMnk /" 

[Oh the axe has cleared the mountain, croup and crest!] 
And we ride the iron stallions down to drink. 

Through the canons to the waters of the West! 

And the tunes that mean so much to you alone- 

Common tunes that make you choke and blow your nose, 
V^r tunes that bring the laugh that brings the groan — 

I can rip your very heartstrings out with those; 
With the feasting, and the folly, and the fun — 

And the lying, and the lusting, and the drink, 
And the merry play that drops you, when you're done. 

To the thoughts that burn like irons if you think. 


With my ** PlunkaJunkaJunkaJunkaJunk r* 
Here's a trifle on account of pleasure past. 

Ere the wit that made you win gives you eyes to 
And — the heavier repentance at the last! 

Let the organ moan her sorrow to the roof — 

I have told the naked stars the Grief of Mui! 
Let the trumpet snare the foeman to the proof — 

I have known Defeat, and mocked it as we ran! 
My bray ye may not alter nor mistake 

When I stand to jeer the fatted Soul of 
But the Song of Lost Endeavour that I make. 

Is it hidden in the twanging of the strings? 

With my ** Ta^ra^rara-rara^ra-ra^rrrp /" 

[Is it naught to you that hear and pass me by?] 

But the word — the word is mine, when the order mov 
the line 
And the lean, locked ranks go roaring down to die! 

The grandam of my grandam was the Lyre — 

[O the blue below the little fisher-huts!] 
That the Stealer stooping beachward filled with fire, 

Till she bore my iron head and ringing guts! 
By the wisdom of the centuries I speak — 

To the tune of yestermorn I set the truth — 
I, the joy of life unquestioned — I, the Greek — 

I, the everlasting Wonder-song of Youth! 

With my '* Tinka-tinka-tinka-nnka-tink !^* 

[What d' ye lack, mv noble masters? What d 

So I draw the world together link by link: 
Yea, from Delos up to Limerick and back! 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 188&-1918 117 


> 9 » 3 

(** The oatbremk b in full swing and our death-rate would sicken Napoleon. 

. . . Dr. M died last week, and C on Monday, but some more 

■ tr d kinei are coining. . . . We don't seem to be able to check it at 
iB. . . . Villages |>anicking badly. ... In some places not a liv- 

oig sooL . • • But at any rate the experience gained may come in 

vseful, so I am keeping my notes written up to date in case of accidents. 

• . . Death b a queer chap to live with tor steady company." — Extract 

frtm s frinaii Utter from MsnchuHs,) 

'THERE are no leaders to lead us to honour, and yet with- 
out leaders we sally, 

Eadi man repordns for duty alone, out of sight, out of 
reach, of his ^llow. 

There are no bugles to call the battalions, and yet without 
bugle we rally 

From the ends of the earth to the ends of the earth, to follow 
the Standard of Yellow! 

Fallin! Of all in! O fall in I 

Not where the squadrons mass, 

Not where the bayonets shine. 
Not where the big shell shout as they pass 

Over the firing-line; 
Not where the wounded are, 

Not where the nations die, 
billed in the cleanly game of war — 

That is no place for a spy! 
Princes, Thrones and Powers, your work is less than ours — 

Here is no place for a spy! 

Tmned to another use, 

^t march with colours furled, 
^^ concerned when Death breaks loose 

^ i front of half a world. 



Only for General Death 

The Yellow Flag may fly. 
While we take post beneath — 

That is the place for a spy. 
Where Plague has spread his pinions over Nadoc 

Dominions — 
Then will be work for a spy I 

The dropping shots begjn. 

The smgle funerals pass. 
Our sldrmishers run in. 

The corpses dot the grassl 
The howling towns stampede. 

The tainted hamlets die. 
Now it is war indeed — 

Now there is room for a spy! 
O Peoples, Kings and Lands, we are waiting your 

mands — 
What is the work for a spy? 

(Drums) — Fear is upon us^ spy! 

"Go where his pickets hide — 

Unmask the shape they take, 
Whether a gnat from the waterside. 

Or a stinging fly in the brake. 
Or filth of the crowded street. 

Or a sick rat limping by. 
Or a smear of spittle dried in the heat — 

That is the work of a spy! 

(Drums) — Death is upon us, spy ! 

""What does he next prepare? 

Whence will he move to attack?^ 
By water, earth or air? — 

How can we head him back? 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 119 

Shall we starve him out if we bum 

Or bury his food-supply ? 
Slip through his lines and learn — 

That is work for a spy! 

(Drums)^-Get to your businesSy spy I 

"Does he feint or strike in force? 

Will he charge or ambuscade? 
What is it checks his course? 

Is he beaten or only delayed? 
How long will the lull endure? 

Is he retreating? Why? 
Crawl to his camp and make sure — 

That is the work for a spy! 

(Drums) — Fetch us our answer^ spy I 

**Ride with him girth to girth 

Wherever the Pale Horse wheels 
Wait on his councils, ear to earth, 

And say what the dust reveals. 
For the smoke of our torment rolls 

Where the burning thousands lie; 
What do we care for men's bodies or souls? 

Bring us deliverance, spy!" 



X'^ERE'S no sense in going further — it's the edge of 
^ they said, and I believed it — broke my land and sowed 
my crop — 
^t my bams and strung my fences in the little border 
Tucked away below the foothills where the trails run out 
and stop. 


Till a voice, as bad as Conscience, rang interminable diMoB 

On one everlasting Whisper day and night repeated—^ 

*' Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behi^ 

the Ranges — 

" Something Lst behind the Ranges. Lost and waidog ft 

you. Go!" 

So I went, worn out of patience; never told my neartf 
neighbours — 
Stole away with pack and ponies — ^left 'em drinking in th 
And the faith that moveth mountains didn't seem to help m 
As I faced the sheer main-ranges, whipping up and leadin 

March by march I puzzled through 'em, turning flanks an 
dodging shoulders, 
Hurried on in hope of water, headed back for lack of gras 
Till I camped above the tree-line — drifted snow and nakc 
boulders — 
Felt free air astir to windward — knew I'd stumbled on d 

'Thought to name it for the finder: but that night tl 
Norther found me — 
Froze and killed the plains-bred ponies; so I called t 
camp Despair 
(It's the Railway Gap to-day, though). Then my Whisj 
waked to hound me: — 
"Something lost behind the Ranges. Over yonder! < 
you there!" 

INCLUSIVE EDITION. 1885-1918 121 

Then I knew, the while I doubted — knew His Hand was 
certain o'er me. 
Sdft— it might be self-delusion — scores of better men had 
died — 
I ooukl reach the township living, but ... He knows what 
terror tore me . . . 
But I didn't . . . but I didn't. I went down the other side> 

Till die snow ran out in flowers, and the flowers turned to 
And die aloes sprung to thickets and a brimming stream 
ran by; 
But the thickets dwined to thorn-scrub, and the water 
dnuned to shallows. 
And I dropped again on desert — blasted earth, and blasting 
sky. . . . 

I remember lighting fires; I remember sitting by 'em; 

I remember seeing faces, hearing voices, through the smoke; 
I remember they were fancy — for I threw a stone to try 'em. 

'* Something lost behind the Ranges" was the only word 
they spoke. 

' remember going crazy. I remember that I knew it 
^Micn I heard myself hallooing to the funny folk I saw. 
'cr)' full of dreams that desert, but my two legs took me 

through it . . . 
And I used to watch 'em moving with the toes all black and 


°^t It last the country altered — ^White Man's country past 

dispuring — 

Rolling grass and open timber, with a hint of hills behind — 

There I found me food and water, and I lay a week recruiting. 

Got my strength and lost my nightmares. Then I entered 

00 my find. 


Thence I ran my first rough survey — chose my 
blazed and ringed 'em — 
Week by week I pried and sampled — ^week by wtck 
findings grew. 
Saul he went to look for donkeys, and by God he (ofut^ 
But by God» who sent His Whisper, I had struck the wv^ 
of two! 

Up along the hostile mountuns, where the hur-pdsed ana 
slide shivers — 
Down and through the big fat marshes that the fiig 
ore-bed stains. 
Till I heard the mile-wide mutterings of unimagined riven 
And beyond the nameless timber saw illimitable plains! 

'Plotted sites of future ciries, traced the easy grades betwc 
Watched unharnessed rapids wasting fifty thousand he 
an hour; 
Counted leagues of water- frontage through the axc-ri 
woods that screen 'em — 
Saw the plant to feed a people — ^up and wairing for t 

Well I know who'll take the credit — all the clever chaps tl 
followed — 
Came, a dozen men together — never knew my desert-fea 
Tracked me by the camps Fd quitted, used the water-he 
I'd hollowed. 
They'll go back and do the talking. They'll be called \ 

They will find my sites of townships — not the cities that I 
They will rediscover rivers — not my rivers heard at nigh 
By my own old marks and bearings they will show me ho^ 
get there, 
By the lonely .cairns I builded they will guide my feet arig 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 123 

wve I named one single river? Have I claimed one single 
Wave I kept one single nugget — (barring samples) ? No, 

not I ! 
Mtcause my price was paid me ten times over by my Maker. 
But you wouldn't understand it. You go up and occupy. 

Ores you'll find there; wood and cattle; water-transit sure 
and steady 
(That should keep the railway rates down), coal and iron 
at your doors. 
God took care to hide that country till He judged His people 
Then He chose me for His Whisper, and I've found it, and 
it's yours! 

Yc$, your "Never-never country" — yes, your "edge of cul- 


And "no sense in going further" — till I crossed the range 

to see. 
God forgive me! No, / didn't. It's God's present to our 

Anybody might have found it but — His Whisper came 

to Me! 


'THE ovetfaithful sword returns the user 

His hearths desire at price of his hearths blood. 
The clamour of the arrogant accuser 
Wastes that one hour we needed to make good. 
This was foretold of old at our outgoing; . 
This we accepted who have squandered^ knowings 
The strength and glory of our reputations y 
At the day^s needy as it were dross y to guard 
The tender and new-dedicate foundations 
Against the sea we fear — not man^s award. 


They that dig foundations deep. 
Fit for realms to rise upon, 

Little honour do they reap 
Of their generation. 

Any more than mountains gain 

Stature till we reach the plain. 

With no veil before their face 
Such as shroud or sceptre lend — 

Duly in the market-place, 
Of one height to foe and friend — 

They must cheapen self to find 

Ends uncheapened for mankind. 

Through the night when hirelings rest. 

Sleepless they arise, alone. 
The unsleeping arch to test 

And the o'er-trusted corner-stone, 
'Gainst the need, they know, that lies 
Hid behind the centuries. 

Not by lust of praise or show 
Not by Peace herself betrayed — 

Peace herself must they forego 
Till that peace be fitly made; 

And in single strength uphold 

Wearier hands and hearts acold. 

On the stage their act hath framed 
For thy sports, O Liberty ! 

Doubted are they, and defamed 
By the tongues their act set free, 

While they quicken, tend and raise 

Power that must their power displace. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 125 

Lesser men feign greater goals. 

Failing whereof they may sit 
Schcdarly to judge the souls 

That go down into the pit. 
And, despite its certain clay. 
Heave a new world towards the day. 

These at labour make no sign. 
More than planets, tides or years 

Which discover God's design. 
Not our hopes and not our fears; 

Nor in aught they gain or lose 

Seek a triumph or excuse. 

FoTy so the Ark be borne to Zion^ who 
Heeds how they perished or were paid that bore it ? 
For, so the Shrine abide^ what shame — what pride — 
IJ we, the priests, were bound or crowned before it ? 



\yHO hath desired the Sea? — the sight of salt water 
unbounded — 

^ heave and the halt and the hurl and the crash of the 
comber wind-hounded ? 

The sleek-barrelled swell before storm, grey, foamless, enor- 
mous, and growing — 

Stirkcalm on the lap of the Line or the crazy-eyed hurricane 
blowing — 


His Sea in no shomn^ the tame— ^lif Sn aod the s^* 

'neath each showiw: 

His Sea as ane «lT^r"* or thrills? 
So and no otherwise — so and no odienriae — Hillmen deJ^ 

their Hills! 

Who hath desired the Sea? — the immenae and contemptooi^ 

The shudder, the stumble, the BwervCa sa the atar-atabbistf 

bowsprit emerges? 
The orderiy clouds of the Tradea, the ridged, roaring ttf^' 

phire thereunder — 
Unheralded cliff-haunttng flaws and the headaul'a low-nA" 

leying thunder — 
His Sea in no wonder the same — his Sea and the aame thmq^ 

each wonder: 

His Sea as She rages or stills? 
So and no otherwise — so and no otherwise — hillmen denrc= 

their Hills. 

Who hath desired the Sea? Her menaces swift as hff* 

mercies ? 
The in-rolling walls of the fog and the silver-winged brcc£-^ 

that disperses? 
The unstable mined berg going South and the calvii^^ i n^ * 

groans that declare it — 
White water half-guessed overside and the moon breakin^^ 

timely to bare it; 
His Sea as his fathers have dared — his Sea as his childrecT^ 

shall dare it: 

His Sea as she serves htm or lulls? 
So and no otherwise — so and no otherwise — hillmen denie ■* 

their Hills. 

Who hath desired the Sea? Her excellent loneliness rather 
Than forecourts of kings, and her outermost jnta than the 
streets where men gather 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 127 

Inlmnd, among dust, under trees — inland where the slayer 

may slay him — 
Inland, out of reach of her arms, and the bosom whereon he 

must lay him — 
His Sea from the first that betrayed — at the last that shall 

never betray him: 

His Sea that his being fulfils? 
So and no otherwise — so and no otherwise — hillmen desire 

their Hills. 


f-IEH! Walk her round. Heave, ah, heave her short 

Over, snatch her over, there, and hold her on the pawl. 
Loose all sail, and brace your yards back and full — 

Ready jib to pay her oflF and heave short all! 

Well, ah, fare you well; we can stay no more with you, my 
love — 
Down, set down your liquor and your girl from off your 

For the wind has come to say: 
"You must take me while you may. 
If you'd go to Mother Carey 
(Walk her down to Mother Carey!), 
Oh, we're bound to Mother Carey where she feeds her 
chicks at sea!" 

Hch! Walk her round* Break, ah break it out o' that! 

Break our starboard-bower out, apeak, awash, and clear! 
^rt—port she casts, with the harbour-mud beneath her 

And that's the last o' bottom we shall see this year! 


Well, ah, fare vou well, for we've got to take hr 
again — 
Take her out in ballast, riding light and caiigo-free. 
And it's time to clear and quit 
When the hawser grips the bitt, 
So we'll pay you with the roresheet and a promise 
the sea! 

Heh! Tally on. Aft and walk away with her! 

Handsome to the cathead, now; O tally on the fall! 
Stop, seize and fish, and easy on the davit-guy. 

Up, well up the fluke of her, and inboard haul! 

Well, ah, fare you well, for the Channel wind's took hc^^ 
of us, 
Choking down our voices as we snatch the gaskets fr^^* 
And it's blowing up for night. 
And she's dropping light on light, ^ 

And she's snorting as she's snatching for a breath c^^ 
open sea! 

Wheel, full and by; but she'll smell her road alone to-night. 

Sick she is and harbour-sick — oh, sick to clear the land! 
Roll down to Brest with the old Red Ensign over us — 

Carry on and thrash her out with all she'll stand! 

Well, ah, fare you well, and it's Ushant slams the door 

on us, 
Whirling like a windmill through the dirty scud to lee, 
Till the last, last flicker goes 
From the tumbling water-rows. 
And we're oflF to Mother Carey 
(Walk her down to Mother Carey!), 
Oh, we're bound for Mother Carey where she feeds her 
chicks at sea! 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 129 



J WAY by the lands of the Japanee 
Where the paper lanterns glow 
And the crews of all the shipping drink 

In the house of Blood Street Joe^ 
At twilight^ when the landward breeze 

Brings up the harbour noise^ 
And ebb of Yokohama Bay 

Swigs chattering through the buoySy 
In Cisco* s Dewdrop Dining Rooms 

They tell the tale anew 
Of a hidden sea and a hidden fight^ 
When the Baltic ran from the Northern Light 
And the StTdXsMnd fought the two. 

Now this is the Law of the Muscovite, that he proves with 

shot and steel, 
^Micn you come by his isles in the Smoky Sea you must not 

take the seal, 
^^Ticrc the grey sea goes nakedly between the weed-hung 

•W the little blue fox he is bred for his skin and the seal they 

breed for themselves, 
'■or when the matkas^ seek the shore to drop their pups 

The great man-seal haul out of the sea, aroaring, band by 

And when the first September gales have slaked their rutting- 

The great man-seal haul back to the sea and no man knows 

their path. 

* She-ieals. 


Then dark they lie and stark they lie — rookery, dune, f^ 

And the Northern Lights come down o* nights to dance wit 

the houseless snow; 
And God Who clears the grounding berg and steers tt 

grinding floe. 
He hears the cry of the little kit-fox and the wind along tt 

But since our women must walk gay and money buys die 

The sealing-boats they filch that way at hazard year by yea 
English they be and Japanee that hang on the Brown Bear 

And some be Scot, but the worst of the lot, and the bokte 

thieves, be Yank! 

It was the sealer Northern Lights to the Smoky Seas she bor 
With a stovepipe stuck from a starboard port and the Ru 

sian flag at her fore. 
{Baltic y Stralsundy and Northern Light — oh! they were hire 

of a feather — 
Slipping away to the Smoky Seas, three seal-thieves tt 

And at last she came to a sandy cove and the Baltic la 

But her men were up with the herding seal to drive and du 

and skin. 
There were fifteen hundred skins abeach, cool pelt and prop 

When the Northern Light drove into the bight and the sc 

mist drove with her. 
The Baltic called her men and weighed — she could n 

choose but run — 
For a stovepipe seen through the closing mist, it shows like 

four-inch gun 
(And loss it is that is sad as death to lose both trip and si 
And lie for a rotting contraband on Vladivostok slip). 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 131 

^^e turned and dived in the sea-smother as a rabbit dives in 

the whins. 
And the Northern Light sent up her boats to steal the stolen 

They had not brought a load to side or slid their hatches 

When they were aware of a sloop-of-war, ghost-white and 

very near. 
Her flag she showed, and her guns she showed — three of 

them, black, abeam, 
And a funnel white with the crusted salt, but never a show of 


There was no time to man the brakes, they knocked the 

shackle free. 
And the Northern Light stood out again, goose-winged to 

open sea. 
(For life it is that is worse than death, by force of Russian 

To work in the mines of mercury that loose the teeth in your 

fney had not run a mile from shore — they heard no shots 

behind — 
"hen the skipper smote his hand on his thigh and threw her 

up in the wind: 
Bluffed — raised out on a bluff," said he, "for if my name's 

Tom Hall, 
Tou must set a thief to catch a thief — and a thief has 

caueht us all! 
^''y every butt in Oregon and every spar in Maine, 
The hand that spilled the wind from her sail was the hand 
^^ of Reu ben Paine ! 
He has rigged and trigged her with paint and spar, and, 

faith, he has faked her well — 
°^t Pd know the Stralsund*s deckhouse yet from here to 
the booms o' Hell. 


''Ohy once we ha' met at Baltimore, and twice on Bottoop^» 
"But the sickest day for you, Reuben Paine, was the d^f 

that you came here — 
''The day that you came here, my lad, to scare us from oor 

"With your funnel made o' your painted cloth, and your 

guns o' rotten deall 
" Ring and blow for the Baltic now, and head her back to the 

"And we'll come into the game again — ^with a double dcd 
to play!" 

They rang and blew the sealers' call — the poaching-oy of 

the sea — 
And they raised the Baltic out of the mist, and an angry ship 

was she. 
And blind they groped through the whirling white and blind 

to the bay again, 
Till they heard the creak of the Stralsund's boom and the 

clank of her mooring chain. 
They laid them down by bitt and boat, their pistols in their 

And: "Will you fight for it, Reuben Paine, or will you shtT^ 

the pelts?" 

A dog-toothed laugh laughed Reuben Paine, and bared hi' 

"Yea, skin for skin, and all that he hath a man will give foi 

his life; 
But I've six thousand skins below, and Yeddo Port to see. 
And there's never a law of God or man runs north of Fifty 

So go in peace to the naked seas with empty holds to fill. 
And I'll be good to your seal this catch, as many as I shal 


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^swercd the snap of a closing lock — the jar of a gun-butt 

ut the tender fog shut fold on fold to hide the wrong they 

le weeping fog rolled fold on fold the wrath of man to 

s the flame-spurts pale ran down the rail and the sealing- 

rifles spoke. 
be bullets bit on bend and butt, the splinter slivered free ' 
itde they trust to sparrow-dust that stop the seal in his 

^e thick smoke hung and would not shift, leaden it lay and 

it three were down on the Baltic* s deck and two of the 

Stralsund's crew. 
3 ami's length out and overside the banked fog held them 

at, as they heard or groan or word, they fired at the sound. 
» one cried out on the Name of God, and one to have him 

od the questing volley found them both and bade them hold 

their peace. 
nd one called out on a heathen joss and one on the Virgin's 

^ the schooling bullet leaped across and led them whence 

they came. 
^ in the waiting silences the rudder whined beneath, 
^cach man drew his watchful breath slow-taken 'tween the 

teeth — 
rigger and ear and eye acock, knit brow and hard-drawn 

lips — 
acing his feet by chock and cleat for the rolling of the 

i they heard the cough of a wounded man that fought in 

the fog for breath, 
I they heard the torment of Reuben Paine that wailed 

upon his death: 


"The rides they*!! go through Fondy Race, but 111 goiter 

more - 

"And see the hogs from ebb-dde mark turn scampering b^ 

to shore. 
"No more TU see the trawlers drift bdow the Bass Rock 

"Or watch the tall Fall steamer lights tear hlaang up the 

" Sorrow is me, in a lonely sea and a sinfiil fig^t I fall, 
" But if there's law o' God or man you'll swing for it yetyToo 


Tom Hall stood up by the quarter-ndl. "Your words in 

your teeth," said he. 
"There's never a law of God or man runs north of Fifty- 
"So go in grace with Him to face, and an ill-spent life behind, 
"And rU be good to your widows, Rube, as many as I shall 

A Stralsund man shot blind and large, and a warlock Rn^* 

was he. 
And he hit Tom Hall with a bursting ball a hand's-breadth 

over the knee. 
Tom Hall caught hold by the topping-lift, and sat him do^^ 

with an oath, 
"You'll wait a little, Rube," he said, " the Devil has called f^ 

"The Devil is driving both this tide, and the killing-groun3 

are close, 
"And we'll go up to the Wrath of God as the holluschicki^ 

"O men, put back your guns again and lay your rifles by, 
" We've fought our fight, and the best are down. Let up aia^ 

let us die! 

*Thc young seal. 

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it firing) by the bow there — quit! Call off the Baltic* s 

"You're sure of Hell as me or Rube — but wait till we get 

There went no word between the ships, but thick and quick 
and loud 

The life-blood drummed on the dripping decks, with the fog- 
dew from the shroud, 

The sea-pull drew them side by side, gunnel to gunnel laid. 

And they felt the sheer-strakes pound and clear, but never a 
word was said. 

Then Reuben Paine cried out again before his spirit passed: 
Hive I followed the sea for thirty years to die in the dark 

at last? 
Curse on her work that has nipped me here with a shifty 

trick unkind — 
I have gotten my death where I got my bread, but I dare 

not face it blind. 
Curse on the fog! Is there never a wind of all the winds I 

*To clear the smother from off my chest, and let me look at 

the blue?" 
*Hc good fog heard — like a splitten sail, to left and right she 

^nd they saw tne sun-dogs in the haze and the seal upon the 

^Iver and grey ran spit and bay to meet the steel-backed tide, 
And pinched and white in the clearing light the crews stared 

O rainbow-gay the red pools lay that swilled and spilled and 

And gold, raw gold, the spent shell rolled between the care- 
less dead — 
The dead that rocked so drunkenwise to weather and to lee, 
And they saw the work their hands had done as God had bade 

them see! 








And a little breeze blew over the rail that made the hfiidfrft 

But no man stood by wheel or sheet, and thejr let the achooB- 

crs drift. 
And the rattle rose in Reuben's throat and he cast his soil 

with a cry. 
And "Gone already?" Tom.HaU he said. "Then it's dme 

for me to die," 
His eyes were heavy with great sleep and yearning for the 

And he spoke as a man that talks in dreams, his wound b^ 

neath his hand. 

"Oh, there comes no good o' the westering wind that badEi 
against the sun; 
Wash down the decks — they're all too red — and share de 

skins and run, 
BahiCy Stralsundy and Northern Light — clean share and shaf* 

for all, 
"You'll find the fleets off Tolstoi Mees, but you will not fin^ 

Tom Hall. 
"Evil he did in shoal-water and blacker sin on the deep, 
"But now he's sick of watch and trick and now he'll turn sib-' 

"He'll have no more of the crawling sea that made him su£f(^ 

" But he'll lie down on the killing-grounds where the hoUv^ 

schickie go. 
"And west you'll sail and south again, beyond the sea-fog'^ 

"And tell the Yoshiwara girls to burn a stick for him. 
"And you'll not weight him by the heels and dump him over- 
" But carry him up to the sand-hollows to die as Bering died, 
"And make a place for Reuben Paine that knows the fight 

was fair, 
"And leave the two that did the wrong to talk it over therel" 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 137 

Huf-aemn Mhatdky guess andlead^Jorthesun is mostly veiled-^ 
'^^hfag iofogj ky luck and logy sail you as Bering sailed; 
And ^ ike lighi shall lift aright to give your landfall plain^ 
ffonh and h westy from Zapne Crest you raise the Crosses 

Fiir marks are they to the inner bay^ the reckless poacher knowSy 
What time the scarred see-catchie^ lead their sleek seraglios. 
Em they hear the floe-pack clear y and the blast of the olid bull- 

hi the deep seal-roar that beats off-shore above the loudest gale. 
Eterihey wait the winters hate as the thundering boorga' calls ^ 
Where northward look they to St. George, and westward to St. 

Em they greet the hunted fleet — lone keels off headlands drear — 
When the sealing-schooners flit that way at hazard year by year. 
Em in Yokohama port men tell the tale anew 
Cfe hidden sea and a hidden fight. 
When the Baltic ran from the Northern Light 
dnJ the Stralsund fought the two. 


I 893 

[^(XlDy Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a 

Ao'ttiught by time, I tak' it so — exceptin* always Steam, 
^nxn coupler4Iangie to spindle-guide I see Thy Hand, O 

fttdcstination in the stride o' yon connectin'-rod. 
Job Calvin might ha' forged the same — enorrmous, certain, 

slow — 
Vi'ntwght it in the fiimace-flame — my **Institutio." 
I cannot get my sleep to-night; old bones are hard to please; 
rn stand the middle watch up here — alone wi' God an' these 

* The male seal. " Hurricane. 


My engines, after ninety days o' race an' rack an' strain 
Through all the seas of all Thy world, slam-bangin' honv^ 

Slam-bang too much — they knock a wee — the crosshemd- 

gibs are loose. 
But thirty thousand mile o' sea has ^ed them fair ef- 

cuse. . • • 
Fine, clear an' dark — a full-draught breeze, wi* Ushant oot 

o' sight, 
An' Ferguson relievin' Hay. Old girl, ye'll walk to-night! 
His wife's at Plymouth. . . . Seventy — One — ^Two- 
Three since he began — 
Three turns for Mistress Ferguson . . . and who's to 

blame the man? 
There's none at any port for me, by drivin' fast or 9km, 
Since Elsie Campbell went to Thee, Lord, thirty years aga 
(The year the Sarah Sands was burned. Oh roads we w 

to tread, 
Fra' Maryhill to PoUokshaws — fra* Govan to ParkheadO 
Not but they're ceevil on the Board. Ye'll hear Sir Kenneth 

''Good morrn, McAndrew! Back again? An' how's yonr 

bilge to-day?" ^ 

Miscallin' technicalities but handin' me my chair 
To drink Madeira wi' three Earls — the auld Fleet Engineer 
That started as a boiler-whelp — when steam and he were 

I mind the time we used to serve a broken pipe wi' tow! 
Ten pound was all the pressure then — Eh! Eh! — a man wad 

An' here, our workin' gauges give one hunder sixty-five! 
We're creepin' on wi* each new rig — ^less weight an' larger 

There'll be the loco-boiler next an' thirty miles an hour! 
Thirty an' more. What I ha* seen since ocean-steam began 
Leaves me na doot for the machine: but what about the 


INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 139 

Tht man that counts, wi' all his runs, one million mile o' 

Pour time the span from earth to moon. • . . How far, 

O Lord, from Thee 
That wast beside him night an' day? Ye mind my first 

It scoudied the skipper on his way to jock wi' the saloon. 
Three feet were on the stokehold-floor— just slappin' to an' 

An' cast me on a furnace-door. I have the marks to show. 
Marks! I ha' marks o' more than burns — deep in my soul 

an' black. 
An' times like this, when things go smooth, my wickud- 

neas comes back. 
Tlie sins o' four an' forty years, all up an' down the seas. 
Clack an' repeat like valves half-fed. . . . Forgie 's our 

ighls when I'd come on deck to mark, wi' envy in my gaze, 
couples kittlin' in the dark between the funnel-stays; 

when I raked the Ports wi' pride to fill my cup o' 

Judge nott O Lord, my steps aside at Gay Street in Hong- 
Bbtout the wastrel hours of mine in sin when I abode — 
Jane Harrigan's an* Number Nine, The Rcddick an* Grant 

An* waur than all — my crownin' sin — rank blasphemy an' 

1 wu not four and twenty then — Ye wadna judge a child? 

Id seen the Tropics first that run — new fruit, new smells, 
new air — 

How could I tell — blind-fou wi* sun — the Deil was lurkin' 

By day like playhouse-scenes the shore slid past our sleepy 

B]r night those soft, lasceevious stars leered from those velvet 


In port (we used no cargo-steam) I'd daunder down tlK: 

streets — 
An ijjit grinnin' in a dream — for shells an' parrakeets, 
An' waliun'-sticks o' carved bamboo an* bnwfish stuffed u 

dried — 
Fillin' my bunk wi' nibbishry the Chief put overside. 
Till, off Sambawa Head, Ye mind, I beard a land-breeze ca* 
Milk-warm wi' breath o' spice an' bloom: "McAndrew, cchbc 

awa' ! " 
Firm, clear an' low — no haste, no hate — the ghostly whi*- 

per went, 
Just statin' cevidenrial facts beyon' all argument: 
"Your mither's God's a graspin' deil, the shadow o' yoursd', 
"Got out o' books by meenisters clean daft on Heaven an' 

"They mak' him in the Broomielaw, o' Glasgie cold an' dirt, 
"A jealous, pridefia' fetich, lad, that's only strong to hurt, 
"Ye'U not go back to Him again an' kiss His red-hot rod, 
"But come wi* Us" (Now, who were They ?) "an' know the 

Leevin' God, 
"That does not kipper souls for sport or break a life in jest, 
"But swells the ripenin' cocoanuts an' ripes the woman's 

An' there it stopped: cut off: no more; that quiet, certain 

voice — 
For me, six months o' twenty-four, to leave or take at choice. 
'Twas on me like a thunderclap — it racked me throu^ an' 

through — 
Temptation past the show o' speech, unnameable an' new — 
The Sin against the Holy Ghost? . . . An' under aU^ 

our screw. 

That storm blew by but left behind her anchor-shiftin' swelH 
Thou knowest all my heart an' mind, Thou knowest, Lord, 

Third on the Mary Gloster then, and first that night in Hel!3 
Yet was Thy Hand beneath my head, about my feet Thy Care — 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 141 

^ Dcli clear to Torres Strait, the trial o' despair, 

^^ ^hen we touched the Barrier Reef Thy answer to my 

praycrl ... 
^^ dared na run that sea by night but lay an' held our 

Aa* I was drowsin' on the hatch — sick — sick wi' doubt an* 

**Befier the sight of eyes that see than wanderin* 0' desire ! " 
femind that word? Clear as our gongs — again, an' once 

When rippin' down through coral-trash ran out our moorin'- 

b', by Thy Grace, I had the Light to see my duty plain. • 
Light on the engine-room — no more — bright as our carbons 

I'vcbst it since a thousand times, but never past return! 
*•• • • ••• 

^bsairve. Per annum we'll have here two thousand souls 

aboard — 
rhink not I dare to justify myself before The Lord, 
8ut— average fifteen hunder souls safe-borne fra' port to 

Um service to my kind. Ye wadna blame the thought? 
^ybe they steam from Grace to Wrath — to sin by folly 

Itisna mine to judge their path — their lives are on my head. 
Mine at the last — when all is done it all comes back to me, 
The fault that leaves six thousand ton a log upon the sea. 
iVe'U tak' one stretch — three weeks an* odd by ony road ye 

steer — 
^ra' Cape Town east to Wellington — ye need an engineer, 
'ail there — ye've time to weld your shaft — ay, eat it, ere 

ye're spoke; 
t make Kerguelen under sail — three jiggers burned wi' 

n' home again — the Rio run: it's no child's play to go 
eamin' to bell for fourteen days o' snow an' floe an' blow. 


The bergs like kelpies overside that gim an' turn an* shift 
Whaur, grindin' like the Mills o' God, goes by the big SoatI 

(Hail, Snow and Ice that praise the Lord. Tve met them 

at their work, 
An' wished we had anither route or they anither kirk.) 
Yon's strain, hard strain, o' head an' hand, for though Tlif 

Power brings 
All skill to naught, Ye'll understand a man must think o' 

Then, at the last, we'll get to port an' hoist their baggige 

clear — 
The passengers, wi' gloves an' canes — an' this is what III 

"Well, thank ye for a pleasant voyage. The tender's comifl' 

While I go testin' follower-bolts an' watch the skipper bow. 
They've words for every one but me — shake hands wi* hJi 

the crew, 
Except the dour Scots engineer, the man they never knew. 
An* yet I like the wark for all we've dam' few pickins 

here — 
No pension, an' the most we'll earn 's four hunder pound » 

Better myself abroad? Maybe. Pd sooner starve than sail 
Wi* such as call a snifter-rod ross. . . . French for night- 
Commeesion on my stores? Some do; but I cannot afford 
To lie like stewards wi' patty-pans. I'm older than the 

A bonus on the coal I save ? Ou ay, the Scots are close. 
But when I grudge the strength Ye gave I'll grudge their 

food to those, 
(There's bricks that I might recommend — an' clink the fire- 
bars cruel. 
No! Welsh — Wangarti at the worst — an' damn all paten 


INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 143 

Infentions? Ye must stay in port to mak' a patent pay. 
My Deeferential Valve-Gear taught me how that business 

I hiime no chaps wi' clearer heads for aught they make or sell. 
/ found that I could not invent an' look to these as well. 
So, wrestled wi* Apollyon — Nah ! — fretted like a bairn — 
But burned the workin'-plans last run wi* all I hoped to earn. 
Yc know how hard an Idol dies, an' what that meant to me — 
E'en tak* it for a sacrifice acceptable to Thee. . . . 
Bihw there ! Oiler ! IVhat's your wark f Ye find it runnin* 

Ye needn't swill the cup wi* oil— this isn't the Cunard ! 
Ye thought f Ye are not paid to think. Goy sweat that off 

again ! 
Td! Tck! It's deeficult to sweer nor tak' The Name in 

Men, ay an' women, call me stern. Wi* these to oversee 
Yc*ll note I've little time to burn on social repartee. 
The bairns see what their elders miss; they'll hunt me to an' 

Till for the sake of — well, a kiss — I tak* *em down below. 
That minds me of our Viscount loon — Sir Kenneth's kin — 

the chap 
Wi* Russia leather tennis-shoon an' spar-decked yachtin'-cap. 
I showed him round last week, o'er all — an' at the last says 

"Mister Mc Andrew, don't you think steam spoils romance 

at sea?" 
Damned ijjit! I'd been doon that morn to see what ailed 

the throws, 
Manholin', on my back — the cranks three inches off my nose. 
Romance! Those first-class passengers they like it very well, 
Printed an* bound in little books; but why don't poets tell? 
I*m tick of all their quirks an' turns — the loves an' doves 

they dream — 
I^, send a man like Robbie Burns to sing the Song o' 

Steam ! 


To match wi' Scotia's noblest speech yon orchestra subliae 
Whaurto — uplifted like the Just — the tail-rods mark tk 

The crank-throws give the double-bass, the feed-pump lobi 

an' heaves, 
An' now the main eccentrics start their quarrel on tk 

Her time, her own appointed time, the rocking link-hctd 

Till — hear that note? — the rod's return whings glimmerin' 

through the guides. 
They're all awa! True beat, full power, the dangin' dhom 

Clear to the tunnel where they sit, my purrin' dynamoei 
Interdependence absolute, foreseen, ordained, decreed, 
To work. Ye '11 note, at any tilt an' every rate o' speed. 
Fra skylight-lift to furnace-bars, backed, bolted, braced id 

An' singin' like the Mornin' Stars for joy that they are made; 
While, out o' touch o* vanity, the sweatin' thrust-bloc^ 

"Not unto us the praise, or man — not unto us the praise i 
Now, a' together, hear them lift their lesson — theirs 3^ 

"Law, Orrder, Duty an' Restraint, Obedience, Discipline - 
Mill, forge an* try-pit taught them that when roarin' th^ 

An* whiles I wonder if a soul was gied them wi' the blows. 
Oh for a man to weld it then, in one trip-hammer strain. 
Till even first-class passengers could tell the meanin' plain! 
But no one cares except mysel' that serve an' understand 
My seven thousand horse-power here. Eh, Lord! They're 

grand — they're grand 1 
Uplift am I? When first in store the new-made beastid 

Were Ye cast down that breathed the Word dedarin' al 

things good ? 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 145 

Not ao! O* that warld-Iiftin' joy no after-fall could vex, 
YcVc left a glimmer still to cheer the Man — the Arrtifex! 
That holds, in spite o' knock and scale, o' friction, waste an' 

An' by that light — ^now, mark my word — ^we'U build the 

Perfect Ship, 
m never last to judge her lines or take her curve — not I. 
But I ha' lived an' I ha' worked. Be thanks to Thee, Most 

An' I ha* done what I ha' done — judge Thou if ill or well — 
Always Thy Grace preventin' me. . . . 

Losh! Yon's the "Stand-by" beU. 
Klot so soon? His flare it is. The mornin'-watch is set. 
Wdl, God be thanked, as I was say in', I'm no Pelagian yet. 
Now I'll tak' on. . . . 

*Momt, Ferguson. Mariy have ye ever thought 
ff^ your good leddy costs in coal ? . . . /'// bum ^em 

down to port. 


I 894 

jTlE fear was on the cattle, for the gale was on the sea. 
An' the pens broke up on the lower deck an' let the crea- 
tures free — 
^* the lights went out on the lower deck, an' no one near but 

/ had been singin' to them to keep 'em quiet there, 

For the lower deck is the dangerousest, requirin* constant 

In' give to me as the strongest man, though used to drink 

and swear. 


I seed my chance was certain "of bein* homed or trod. 
For the lower deck was packed with steers thicker*n 

in a pod, 
An' more pens broke at every roll — so I made a Con 

with God. 

An' by the terms of the Contract, as I have read the sa 
If He got me to port alive I would exalt His Name, 
An' praise His Holy Majesty till further orders came. 

He saved me from the cattle an' He saved me from die 
For they found me 'tween two drownded ones where the 

had landed me — 
An' a four-inch crack on top of my head, as crazy as couk 

But that were done by a stanchion, an' not by a bullock ai 
An' I lay still for seven weeks convalescing of the fall, 
An'readin'the shiny Scripture texts in the Seaman's Hosp 

An' I spoke to God of our Contract, an' He says to my pra 
'*I never puts on My ministers no more than they can 1: 
**So back you go to the cattle-boats an' preach My Gc 

"For human life is chancy at any kind of trade, 

" But most of ail, as well you know, when the steers are n 

**So you go back to the cattle-boats an' preach 'em as 


"They must quit drinkin' an' swearin', they mustn't knil 

a blow, 
"They must quit gamblin' their wages, and you must pr 

it so; 
" For now those boats are more like Hell than anything 

I know." 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 147 

' didn't want to do it, for I knew what I should get, 

'^n' I wanted to preach Religion, handsome an' out of the 

But the Word of the Lord were laid on me, an' I done what I 
was set. 

I have been smit an' bruised, as warned would be the case. 
An' turned my cheek to the smiter exactly as Scripture says; 
But» following that, I knocked him down an' led him up to 

An' we have preaching on Sundays whenever the sea is calm. 

An' I use no knife or pistol an' I never take no harm. 

For the Lord abideth back of me to guide my fighting arm. 

An' I Mgn for four-pound-ten a month and save the money 

•^' I am in charge of the lower deck, an' I never lose a steer; 
An' I believe in Almighty God an' I preach His Gospel here. 

The skippers say I'm crazy, but I can prove 'em wrong, 
^or I am in charge of the lower deck with all that doth be- 
long — 
'^hich they would not give to a lunatic^ and the competition 
so strong I 


I 894 

J*VE paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your 
crackedest whim — 

'^k, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to listen to him! 

^*^ for a fortnight, am I? The doctor told you? He lied. 

• Aall go under by morning, and Put that nurse out- 



^Never seen death yet, Dickie? Well, now is your time to 

And you'll wish you held my record before it comes to fff 

Not counting the Line and the Foundry, the Yatds and At 

village, too, 
I've made myself and a million; but I'm damned if I nMit 

Master at two-and-twenty, and married at twen^-dine- 
Ten thousand men on the pay-roll, and forty frtightenit 

Fifty years between 'em, and every ]rear of it fight, 
And now I'm Sir Anthony Gloster, dyings a baronite: 
For I lunched with his Royal 'Ighness — ^what was it tk 

papers had? 
"Not least of our merchant-princes." Dickie, that's fflCi 

your dad! 
/ didn't begin with askings. / took my job and I stuck; 
I took the chances they wouldn't, an* now they're calfingit 

Lord, what boats I've handled — rotten and leaky and old! 
Ran 'em, or — opened the bilge-cock, precisely as I was told. 
Grub that 'ud bind you crazy, and crews that 'ud turn yw 

And a big fat lump of insurance to cover the risk on the wiy. 
The others they dursn't do it; they said they valued their 

(They've served me since as skippers). / went, and I took 

my wife. 
Over the world I drove 'em, married at twenty-three, 
And your mother saving the money and making a man of me* 
/ was content to be master, but she said there was better 

She took the chances I wouldn't, and I followed your mother 

She egged me to borrow the money, an* she helped me to dear 

the loan, 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 149 

When we bought half-shares in a cheap 'un and hoisted a flag 

of our own. 
Patching and coaling on credit, and living the Lord knew how. 
We started the Red Qx freighters — ^weVe eight-and-thirty 

And those were the days of clippers, and the freights were 

And we knew we were making our fortune, but she died in 

Macassar Straits — 
By the Little Paternosters, as you come to the Union Bank — 
And we dropped her in fourteen fathom; I pricked it o£F 

where she sank. 
Owners we were, full owners, and the boat was christened for 

And she died in the Mary Gloster. My heart, how young we 

So I went on a spree round Java and well-nigh ran her ashore. 
But your mother came and warned me and I wouldn't liquor 

no more: 
Strict I stuck to my business, afraid to stop or Td think, 
Saving the money (she warned me), and letting the other men 

And I met M'CuUough in London (I'd saved five 'undred 

And *tween us we started the Foundry — three forges and 

twenty men: 
Cheap repairs for the cheap 'uns. It paid, and the business 

For I bought me a steam-lathe patent, and that was a gold 

mine too. 
"Qieaper to build 'em than buy 'em," /said, but M'CuUough 

he shied. 
And we wasted a year in talking before we moved to the 

And the Lines were all beginning, and we all of us started fair, 
Building our engines like houses and staying the boilers 



But M'Cullough 'e wanted cabins with marble and iuBpleinl 

And Brussels an' Utrecht velvet, and baths and a Social HiU, 
And pipes for closets all over, and cutting the frames too Ught, 
But M'Cullough he died in the Sixties, and Welitl'tt 

dying to-night. ... 
I knew — 1 knew what was coming, whoi we bid on 4 

Byfieet's keel— 
They piddled and piffled with iron. I'd gjven 107 otdoii 

steel ! 
Steel and the 6rst expansions. It paid, I tell yen, it pnd, 
When we came with our nine-knot (reighten and collaied rfit 

long-run trade! 
And they asked me how I did it, and I gave 'em the ScriptuK 

"You keep your light so shining a little in front o' t)i6 next!" 
They copied all they could follow, but they couldn't copy "f 

And I left 'em sweating and stealing a year and a half behiniL 
Then came the armour-contracts, but that was M'Culloi^^ 

He was always best in the Foundrv, but better, pei^apt,k 

I went through his private papers; the notes was pluV 

than print; 
And I'm no fool to finish if a man'Il give me a hint. 
(I remember his widow was angry.) So 1 saw what his drt*". 

ings meant, 
And I started the six-inch rollers, and it pud me uxtyp^ 

Sixty per cent with failures, and more than twice we could dOi ] 
And a quarter-million to credit, and I saved it all for you! 
I thought — it doesn't matter — you seemed to favour your ntt 
But you're nearer forty than thirty, and I know the land 

you are. 
Harrer an' Trinity College! I ought to ha' sent you tnaet— 
But I stood you an education, an' what have you done for mef 

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The things I knew was proper you wouldn't thank me to give, 
And the things I knew was rotten you said was the way to 

For jrou muddled with books and pictures, an' china an' 

etchin's an' fans, 
.^nd your rooms at college was beastly — more like a whore's 

than a man's; 
Till you married that thin-flanked woman, as white and as 

stale as a bone. 
An' she gave you your social nonsense; but where 's that kid 

o' your own? 
Tn wen your carriages blocking the half o' the Cromwell 

Bgi never the doctor's brougham to help the missus unload. 
(So there isn't even a grandchild, an' the Gloster family's 

Not like your mother, she isn't. S/>f carried her freight each 

But they died, the pore little beggars! At sea she had 'em 

— they died. 
Only you, an' you stood it. You haven't stood much beside. 
Wok, t liar, and idle, and mean as a collier's whelp 
Nonn{{ for scraps in the galley. No help — my son was no 

Sohe^tl three 'undrcd thousand, in trust and the interest 

Iwulon't give it you, Dickie — you see, 1 made it in trade. 
Yw'rc Mved from soiling your fingers, and If you have no 

It ill comes back to the business. 'Gad, won't your wife be 

CaUsand calls in her carnage, her "andkcrchief up to 'crcyc: 
"Ottddy! dear daddy's dyin'!" and doing her best to cry. 
Graicfulf Oh, yes, I'm grateful, but keep her away from 


Ttor notbcr 'ud never ha' stood 'cr, and, anyhow, 


There's women will say I've married a second time. 

But give pore Aggie a hundred, and tell her your lawye 

She was the best o' the boiling — you'll meet her before it Q 
I'm in for a row with the mother — I'll leave you aetde 

For a man he must go with a woman, which women dc 

understand — 
Or the sort that say they can see it they aren't the marrj 

But I wanted to speak o' your mother that's Lady Gki 

I'm going to up and see her, irithout its hurting the wilL 
Here! Take your hand off the bell-puU. Five thousai 

waiting for you, 
If you'll only listen a minute, and do as I bid you do. 
They'll try to prove me crazy, and, if you bungle, they c 
And I've only you to trust to! (O God, why ain't it a ms 
There's some waste money on marbles, the same as M'( 

lough tried — 
Marbles and mausoleums — but I call that sinful pride. 
There's some ship bodies for burial — we've carried '< 

soldered and packed; 
Down in their wills they wrote it, and nobody called ti 

But me — I've too much money, and people might . 

All my fault: 
It come o' hoping for grandsons and buying that Wd 

vault. . . . 
I'm sick o' the 'ole dam' business. I'm going back whe 

Dick, you're the son o' my body, and you'll take charg 

the same! 
I want to lie by your mother, ten thousand mile away. 
And they'll want to send me to Woking; and that's w 

you'll earn your pay. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 153 

V've thought it out on the quiet, the same as it ought to be 

done — 
f^t, and decent, and proper — an' here's your orders, my 

Tgo know the Line? You don't, though. You write to the 

Board, and tell 
Tout father's death has upset you an" you're goin' to cruise 

for a spell. 
An' you'd like the Mary Glosler — I've held her ready for 

this — 
The>''Il put her in working order and you'll take her out as 

she is. 
Yd, it was money idle when I patched her and laid her aside 
(Thank God, 1 can pay for my fancies!) — the boat where 

your mother died. 
By ilic Ijttle Paternosters, as you come to the Union Bank, 
Wc dropped her — I think 1 told you — ^and I pricked it off 

where she sank. 
ni"y »he looked on the grating — that oily, treacly sea— J 
Ibndred and Eighteen East, remember, and South just 

Euy bearings to carry — Three South — Three to the dot; 
801 ! gave McAndrew a copy in case of dying — or not. 
And to you'll write to McAndrew, he's Chief of the Maori 

HejflJ give him leave, if you ask 'em and say it's business o' 

Ihidt three boats for the Maoris, an" very well pleased they 

Ai' I've known Mac since the Fifties, and Mac knew me — 

and her. 
After the first stroke warned me I sent him the money to keep 
Against the time you'd claim it, committin' your dad to the 

For you are the son o' my body, and Mac was my oldest 

I'k never adud 'in to dinner, but hell see it out to the end. 


Stiff-necked Glasgow beggar! I've heard he's prayed C 

my soul. 
But he couldn't lie if you paid him, and he'd starve befaie 

He'll take the Mary in ballast — ^jrou'll find her a live 

And you'll take Sir Anthony Gloster, that goes on 'is weddiiy 

Lashed in our old deck-cabin with all three portJiales inde» 
The kick o' the screw beneath him and the round bhie leii 

Sir Anthony Gloster's carriage — our 'ouae-flag flyin* fitc- 
Ten thousand men on the pay-roll and forty mightenit 

He made himself and a million, but this world is a fleetia' 

And he'll go to the wife of 'is bosom the same as he ought to 

By the heel of the Paternosters — there isn't a chance to 

mistake — 
And Mac'll pay you the money as soon as the bubbles break. 
Five thousand for six weeks' cruising, the staunchest freighter 

And Mac he'll give you your bonus the minute I'm out o* the 

boat ! 
He'll take you round to Macassar, and you'll come back 

He knows what I want o' the Mary. . . . I'll do what I 

please with my own. 
Your mother *ud call it wasteful, but I've seven-and-thirty 

rU come in my private carriage and bid it wait at th< 

For my son 'e was never a credit: 'e muddled with books a^ 

And 'e lived on Sir Anthony's money and 'e broke Sir A 

thony's heart. 


There isn't even a grandchild, and the Gloster family's 

done — 
The only one you left me, O mother, the only one! 
Harrer and Trinity College — me slavin' early an' late — 
An* he thinks I'm dying crazy, and you're in Macassar 

Flesh o' my flesh, my dearie, for ever an' ever amen. 
That first stroke come for a warning. I ought to ha' gone to 

you then. 
But— cheap repairs for a cheap 'un — the doctors said I'd 

Mary, why didn't ^ow warn me? I've alius heeded to you, 
Exccp' — I know — about women; but you are a spirit now; 
An*, wife, they was only women, and I was a man. That's 

An' a man 'e must go with a woman, as you could not under- 
But I never talked 'em secrets. I paid 'em out o' hand. 
Thank Gawd, I can pay for my fancies! Now what's five 

thousand to me. 
For a berth oflF the Paternosters in the haven where I would 

/believe in the Resurrection, if I read my Bible plain. 
But I wouldn't trust *em at Wokin'; we're safer at sea again. 
For the heart it shall go with the treasure — go down to the 

sea in ships. 
l*m sick of the hired women. I'll kiss my girl on her lips! 
I'll be content with my fountain. I'll drink from my own 

And the wife of my youth shall charm me — an' the rest can 

go to Hell ! 
(Dickie, he will, that's certain.) I'll lie in our standin'-bed, 
An' Mac'll take her in ballast — an' she trims best by the 

head. ... 
Down by the head an' sinkin*, her fires are drawn and cold. 
And the water's splashin' hollow on the skin of the empty 



Churning an' choking and chuckling, quiet and scummy 

dark — 

Full to her lower hatches and risin' steady. Hark! 
That was the after-bulkhead. • . . She's flooded fi m 

stem to stern. . . . 
'Never seen death yet, Dickie? . . • Well, now is y — «" 

time to learn! 




QEVEN men from all the world hack to Docks agmin. 
Rolling down the Ratcliffe Road drunk and raising 
Give the girls another drink fore we sign away — 
IFe that took the " Bolivar" out across the Bay I 

We put out from Sunderland loaded down with rails; 

We put back to Sunderland 'cause our cargo shifted; 
We put out from Sunderland — met the winter gales — 

Seven days and seven nights to the Start we drifted. 

Racketing her rivets loose, smoke-stack white as sno 
All the coals adrift adeck, half the rails below. 
Leaking like a lobster-pot, steering like a dray — 
Out we took the Bolivar ^ out across the Bay! 

One by one the Lights came up, winked and let us by; 

Mile by mile we waddled on, coal and fo'c'sle short; 
Met a blow that laid us down, heard a bulkhead fly; 

Left The Wolf behind us with a two-foot list to port. 

Trailing like a wounded duck, working out her soul; 
Clanging like a smithy-shop after every roll; 
Just a funnel and a mast lurching through the spra] 
So we threshed the Bolivar out across the Bay! 

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^elt her hog and felt her sag, betted when she'd break; 

Wondered every time she raced if she'd stand the shock; 
Heard the seas like drunken men pounding at her strake; 

Hoped the Lord 'ud keep his thumb on the plummer- 

Banged against the iron decks, bilges choked with coal; 
Flayed and frozen foot and hand, sick of heart and soul; 
'Last we prayed she'd buck herself into Judgment Day — 
Hi! we cursed the Bolivar knocking round the Bay I 

O her nose flung up to sky, groaning to be still — 

Up and down and back we went, never time for breath; 

Then the money paid at Lloyd's caught her by the keel. 
And the stars ran round and round dancin' at our death! 

Aching for an hour's sleep, dozing off between; 
*Heard the rotten rivets draw when she took it green; 
Watched the compass chase its tail like a cat at play — 
That was on the Bolivar ^ south across the Bay! 

^ce we saw between the squalls, lyin' head to swell — 
^4ad with work and weariness, wishin* they was we — 

*J^« damned Liner's lights go by like a grand hotel; 
Cheered her from the Bolivar swampin' in the sea. 

Then a grey back cleared us out, then the skipper laughed; 

" Boys, the wheel has gone to Hell — rig the winches aft 1 
*'Yoke the kicking rudder-head — get her under way!" 

So we steered her, puUy-haul, out across the Bay! 

J ^st a pack o' rotten plates puttied up with tar, 
^'^ we came, an' time enough, 'cross Bilbao Bar. 
^^crloaded, undermanned, meant to founder, we 
E-^ichred God Almighty's storm, bluffed the Eternal Sea! 


Seven men from all the world back to town again ^ 
Rollin* down the Ratcliffe Road drunk and raising Cairn 
Seven men from out of HelL Ain*t the owners gay^ 
^ Cause we took the ''Bolivar" safe across the Bay f 



TT WAS our war-ship Clampherdown 

Would sweep the Channel clean, 
Wherefore she kept her hatches close 
When the merry Channel chops arose. 
To save the bleach'ed Marine. 

She had one bow-gun of a hundred ton, 

And a great stern-gun beside. 
They dipped their noses deep in the sea, 
They racked their stays and stanchions free 

In the wash of the wind-whipped tide. 

It was our war-ship Clampherdown 

Fell in with a cruiser light 
That carried the dainty Hotchkiss gun 
And a pair of heels wherewith to run 

From the grip of a close-fought Aght. 

She opened fire at seven miles — 

As ye shoot at a bobbing cork — 
And once she fired and twice she fired. 
Till the bow-gun drooped like a lily tired 
That lolls upon the stalk. 


"Captun, the bow-gun melts apace, 

"The deck-beams break below, 
" Twere well to rest for an hour or twain, 
"And botch the shattered plates again." 

And he answered, "Make it so." 

She opened fire within the mile — 

As you shoot at the flying duck — 
And the great stem-gun shot fair and true, 
Wth thehcavcof the ship, to the stainless blue, 
.And the great stem-turret stuck. 

"Captain, the turret fills with steam, 

"The feed-pipes burst below — 
" You can hear the hiss of the helpless ram, 
"You can hear the twisted runners jam." 

And he answered, "Turn and go!" 

It was our war-ship Clampherdown, 

And grimly did she roll; 
Swung round to take the cruiser's fire 
As the White Whale faces the Thresher's ire 

When they war by the frozen Pole. 

"Captain, the shells arc falling fast, 

"And faster still fall we; 
"And it is not meet for English stock 
"To bide in the heart of an eight-day clock 

"The death they cannot sec." 

"Lie down, lie down, my bold A. B., 

"We drift upon her beam; 
"We dare not ram, for she can run: 
"And dare ye fire another gun, 

"And die in the peeling steam?" 


It was our war-ship Clamphenbmn 

That carried an armour-bdt; 
But fifty feet at stem and bow 
Lay bare as the paunch of the purser's sow. 

To the hail of the Nordenfeldt. 

" Captain, they lack us through and through; 

"The chilled steel bolts are swifti 
" We have emptied the bunkers in open sea, 
" Their shrapnel bursts where our coal should be.'* 

And he answered, "Let her drift." 

It was our war-ship Clampherdowny 

Swung round upon the tide. 
Her two dumb guns glared south and north. 
And the blood and the bubbling steam ran forth, 

And she ground the cruiser's side. 

"Captain, they cry, the fight is done, 
"They bid you send your sword." 

And he answered, "Grapple her stern and bow. 

"They have asked for the steel. They shall have 
it now; 
"Out cutlasses and board!" 

It was our war-ship Clampherdown 

Spewed up four hundred men; 
And the scalded stokers yelped delight. 
As they rolled in the waist and heard the fight. 

Stamp o'er their steel-walled pen. 

They cleared the cruiser end to end 

From conning-tower to hold. 
They fought as they fought in Nelson's fleet; 
They were stripped to the waist, they were bare 
to the feet. 

As it was in the days of old. 


It was the unking Ciampkerdovm 
Heaved up her battered side — 
And carried a million pounds in steel, 
To the cod and the corpse-fed conger-ccl. 
And the scour of the Channel tide. 

It was the crew of the Clampherdovin 

Stood out to sweep the sea, 
On a cruiser won from an ancient fee. 
As it was in the days of long ago, 

And as it still shall be! 

I 899 

AS OUR mother the Frigate, bepainted and fine, 
Made play for her bully the Ship of the Line; 
So we, her bold daughters by iron and fire. 
Accost and decoy to our masters' desire. 

Now, pray you, consider what toils we endure, 
N'ight- walking wet sea-lanes, a guard and a lure; 
Since half of our trade is that same pretty sort 
As mettlesome wenches do practise in port. 

For this is our office: to spy and make room. 
As hiding yet guiding the foe to their doom. 
Surrounding, confounding, we bait and betray 
.\nd tempt them to battle the seas* width away. 

The pot-bellied merchant foreboding no wrong 
With headlight and sidelight he Hcth along. 
Till, lightlcss and lightfoot and lurking, leap we 
To force him discover his business by sea. 


And when we have wakened the lust of a foe, 
To draw him by flight toward our bullies we go, 
Till, 'ware of strange smoke stealing nearer, he flies 
Or our bullies close in for to make him good prize. 

So, when we have spied on the path of their host. 
One flieth to carry that word to the coast; 
And, lest by false doublings they turn and go free. 
One lieth behind them to follow and see. 

Anon we return, being gathered agun. 
Across the sad valleys all drabbled with rain — 
Across the grey ridges all crisped and curled — 
To join the long dance round the curve of the world. 

The bitter salt spindrift, the sun-glare likewise. 
The moon-track a-tremble, bewilders our eyes. 
Where, linking and lifting, our sisters we hail 
'Twixt wrench of cross-surges or plunge of head-gale. 

As maidens awaiting the bride to come forth 
Make play with light jestings and wit of no worth, 
Sojwiddershins circling the bride-bed of death. 
Each fleereth her neighbour and signeth and saith: — 

"What see ye? Their signals, or levin afar? 
"What hear ye? God's thunder, or guns of our war? 
"What mark ye? Their smoke, or the cloud-rack outblo\ 
"What chase ye? Their lights, or the Daystar low dowi 

So, times past all number deceived by false shows. 
Deceiving we cumber the road of our foes. 
For this is our virtue: to track and betray; 
Preparing great battles a sea's width away. 

Now peace is at end and our peoples take hearty 

For the laws are clean gone that restrained our art; 

Up and down the near headlands and against the far wind 

fVe are loosed (0 be swift !) to the work of our kind! 



I 9 I 6 

JO'OT in the thick of the fight, 

Not in the press of the odds. 
Do the heroes come to their height, 
Or we know the demi-gods. 

That stands over till peace. 

We can only perceive 
Men returned from the seas. 

Very grateful for leave. 

They grant us sudden days 

Snatched from their business of war; 
But we are too close to appraise 

What manner of men they are. 

And, whether their names go down 

With age-kept victories, 
Or whether they battle and drown 

Unreckoned, is hid from our eyes. 

They are too near to be great. 
But our children shall understand 

When and how our fate 
Was changed, and by whose hand. 

Our children shall measure their worth. 

We are content to be blind . . . 
But we know that we walk on a new-born earth 

With the saviours of mankind. 




T^HE strength of twice three thousand horse 

That seeks the single goal; 
The line that holds the rending course. 

The hate that swings the whole: 
The stripped hulls, slinking through the gloom 

At gaze and gone again — 
The Brides of Death that wait the groom — 

The Choosers of the Slain ! 

Offshore where sea and skyline blend 

In rain, the daylight dies; 
The sullen, shouldering swells attend 

Night and our sacrifice. 
Adown the stricken capes no flare — 

No mark on spit or bar, — 
Girdled and desperate we dare 

The blindfold game of war. 

Nearer the up-flung beams that spell 

The council of our foes; 
Clearer the barking guns that tell 

Their scattered flank to close. 
Sheer to the trap they crowd their way 

From ports for this unbarred. 
Quiet, and count our laden prey. 

The convoy and her guard! 

On shoal with scarce a foot below. 

Where rock and islet throng, 
Hidden and hushed we watch them throw 

Their anxious lights along. 

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Not here, not here your danger lies 

(Stare hard, O hooded eyne!) 
Save where the dazed rock-pigeons rise 

The lit clifFs give no sign. 

Therefore — to break the rest ye seek. 

The Narrow Seas to clear — 
Hark to the siren's whimpering shriek — 

The driven death is here! 
Lxx>k to your van a league away, — 

What midnight terror stays 
The bulk that checks against the spray 

Her crackling tops ablaze? 

Hit, and hard hit! The blow went home. 

The muffled, knocking stroke — 
The steam that overruns the foam — 

The foam that thins to smoke — 
The smoke that clokes the deep aboil — 

The deep that chokes her throes 
Till, streaked with ash and sleeked with oil, 

The lukewarm whirlpools close! 

A shadow down the sickened wave 

Long since her slayer fled: 
But hear their chattering quick-fires rave 

Astern, abeam, ahead! 
Panic that shells the drifting spar — 

Loud waste with none to check — 
Mad fear that rakes a scornful star 

Or sweeps a consort's deck. 

Now, while their silly smoke hangs thick. 

Now ere their wits they find. 
Lay in and lance them to the quick — 

Our gallied whales are blind! 


Good luck to those that see the end. 
Good-bye to those that drown — 

For each his chance as chance shall send--< 
And God for all! Shut dowi ! 

Tie strength of twice three IhaitsanJ hone , 

That serve the one command; 
The hand that heaves the hcedlongjortty 

The hale that backs the hand: 
The doom-bolt in the darkness Jretdf 

The mine that splits the maim 
The white-hot wake, the 'wildering spet 

The Choosers oj the Slain ! 



I 897 

TL^ HERE run your colts at pasture T 
Where hide your mares to breed f 
'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap 
Or wove Sargasso weed; 
By chartless reef and channel, 

Or crafty coastwise bars, 

But most the ocean-meadows 

All purple to the stars! 

Who holds the rein upon you ? 

The latest gale let free. 
Whai meat is in your mangers ? 

The glut of all the sea. 
'Twixt tide and tide's returning 

Great store of newly dead, — 
The bones of those that faced us. 

And the hearts of those that fled. 

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Afar, ofF-shore and single, 

Some stallion, rearing swift. 
Neighs hungry for new fodder, 

And calls us to the drift: 
Then down the cloven ridges — 

A million hooves unshod — 
Break forth the mad White Horses 

To seek their meat from God! 

Girth-deep in hissing water 

Our furious vanguard strains — 
Through mist of mighty tramplings 

Roll up the fore-blown manes — 
A hundred leagues to leeward, 

Ere yet the deep is stirred. 
The groaning rollers carry 

The coming of the herd ! 

Whose hand may grip your nostrils — 

Your forelock who may hold ? 
E'en they that use the broads with us- 

The riders bred and bold. 
That spy upon our matings, 

That rope us where we run — 
They know the strong White Horses 

From father unto son. 

We breathe about their cradles. 

We race their babes ashore. 
We snuff gainst their thresholds. 

We nuzzle at their door; 
By day with stamping squadrons. 

By night in whinnying droves, 
Creep up the wise White Horses, 

To call them from their loves. 


And come they for your calling f 

No wit of man may save. 
They hear the loosed White Horses 

Above their fathers' grave; 
And, kin of those we crippled, 

And> sons of those we slew. 
Spur down the wild white riders 

To school the herds anew. 

What service have ye paid them^ 

Oh jealous steeds and strong f 
Save we that throw their weaklings^ 

Is none dare work them wrong; 
While thick around the homestead 

Our snow-backed leaders graze — 
A guard behind their plunder. 

And a veil before their ways. 

With march and countermarchings — 

With weight of wheeling hosts — 
Stray mob or bands embattled — 

We ring the chosen coasts: 
And, careless of our clamour 

That bids the stranger fly. 
At peace within our pickets 

The wild white riders lie. 

Trust ye the curdled hollows — 

Trust ye the neighing wind — 
Trust ye the moaning groundswell — 

Our herds are close behind! 
To bray your foeman's armies — 

To chiU and snap his sword — 
Trust ye the wild White Horses, 

The Horses of the Lord! 

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I 9 I 4 - I 8 

WELL assured that on our side 
The abiding oceans fight> 
^iDugh headlong wind and heaping tide 
^^Vniake us their sport to-night, 
force of weather not of war 
Ml jeopardy we steer: 
n welcome Fate's discourtesy 
"^^^^ereby it shall appear. 

How in all time of our distress, 

And our deliverance too, 

The game is more than the player of the game. 

And the ship is more than the crew! 

of the mist into the mirk 
he glimmering combers roll, 
ost these mindless waters work 

though they had a soul — 
ost as though they leagued to whelm 
r flag beneath their green: 
_ welcome Fate's discourtesy 
^^Vhereby it shall be seen, etc. 

well assured, though wave and wind 
ave mightier blows in store, 
t we who keep the watch assigned 
[ust stand to it the more; 
^ as our streaming bows rebuke 
ch billow's baulked career, 

J welcome Fate's discourtesy 

"^^Thcrcby it is made clear, etc. 

No matter though our decks be swept 

And mast and timber crack — 
We can make good all loss except 

The loss of turning back. 
So, 'twixt these Devils and our deep 

Let courteous trumpets sound, 
To Welcome Fate's discourtesy 

Whereby it will be found, etc. 

Be well assured, though in our power 

Is nothing left to give 
But chance and place to meet the hour. 

And leave to strive to live, 
Till tiiese dissolve our Order holds, 

Our Service binds us here. 
Then welcome Fate's dis c o ur tety - 
Whereby it is made clear. 
How in all time of our distress, 
As in our triumph too, 

The game is more than the player of the game 
And the ship is more than the crewl 


1 894 

"jtndrtpgrts Iht dtntitl 'Mary Pollock' itUliUus" 

Smmna Nswa. 

J WAS the staunchest of our fleet 
Till the sea rose beneath my feet 

Unheralded, in hatred pail all measure. 
Into his pits he stamped my crew. 
Buffeted, blinded, bound and threm^ 

Bidding me eyeless wait upon his pleatiav. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 188&-1918 171 

Man made me, and my will 
Is to my maker still, 
VVhom DOW the currents con, the rollers steer — 
Lifting forlorn to spy 
Trailed smoke along the sky, 
I^alling afraid lest any keel come near! 

Wrenched as the lips of thirst, 
Wricd, dried, and split and burst, 
Bortcbleached my decks, wind-scoured to the graining; 
And, jarred at every roll. 
The gear that was my soul 
■A.ns,,fers die anguish of my Beams' complaining. 

For life that crammed me full, 
_ Gangs of the prying gull 

* "at shriek and scrabble on the riven hatches. 
For roar that dumbed the gale, 
My hawse-pipes* guttering wail, 
^^**^t>bing my heart out through the uncounted watches. 

Blind in the hot blue ring 
Through all my points I swing— 
^*^«rij^andretum to^ift thesun anew. 
Blind in my well-known sky 
1 hear the stars go by, 
^^ocking the prow that cannot hold one t 

White on my wasted path 
Wave after wave in wrath 
■'rcts'gaiast his fellow, warring where to send me. 
Flung forward, heaved aside, 
Witless and dazed 1 bide 
The mercy of the ocwnber that shall end me. 



North where the beigs careen. 

The spray of seas unseen 
Smokes round my head and freezes in the falling. 

South where the corals breed. 

The footless, floating weed 
Folds me and fouls me, strake on strake upcrawling. 

I that was clean to run 

My race against the sun — 
Strength on the deep — am bawd to all disaster; 

Whipped forth by niffht to meet 

My sister's careless feet. 
And with a kiss betray her to my master. 

Man made me, and my will 

Is to my maker still — 
To him and his, our peoples at their pier: 

Lifting in hope to spy 

Trailed smoke along the sky, 
Falling afraid lest any keel come near! 



I/^ING SOLOMON drew merchantmen. 

Because of his desire 
For peacocks, apes, and ivory. 

From Tarshish unto Tyre, 
With cedars out of Lebanon 

Which Hiram rafted down. 
But we be only sailormen 

That use in London town. 

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Ca^a^^roist — cross^eas — round the world and back again — 

jfP^^B^e the flam shall head us or the full Trade suits — 
^l^Mi:FM^5ail — storm-sail — lay your board and tack again — 
^ tholes the way weUlpay Paddy Doyle for his boots ! 

We bring no store of ingots. 

Of spice or precious stones. 
But what we nave we gathered 

With sweat and aching bones: 
In flame beneath the tropics. 

In frost upon the floe. 
And jeopardy of every wind 

That does between them go. 

And some we got by purchase. 

And some we had by trade, 
And some we found by courtesy 

Of pike and carronade — 
At midnight, 'mid-sea meetings. 

For charity to keep. 
And light the rolling homeward-bound 

That rode a foot too deep! 

By sport of bitter weather 

We're walty, strained, and scarred 
From the kentledge on the kelson 

To the slings upon the yard. 
Six oceans had their will of us 

To carry all away — 
Our galley's in the Baltic, 

And our boom's in Mossel Bay! 

We've floundered off the Texel, 

Awash with sodden deals, 
We've slipped from Valparaiso 

With the Norther at our heels: 


We've ratched beyand die Cmneti 

That tusk the Southern Pole, 
And dipped our gnnneU under 

To the dread Agulhu ralL 

Beyond all outer chartiiw 

We sailed where none have Milad* 
And saw the land-Ughti btinvng 

On islands none have hailed; 
Our hair stood up far woodcTi 

But, when the night was dones 
There danced the de^ feo vindward 

Blue-empty 'neath tJie annl 

Strange consorts rode bende us 

And brought us evil luck; 
The witch-fire climbed our channels, 

And flared on vane and truck: 
Till, through the red tornado, 

That lashed us nigh to blinid, 
We saw The Dutchman plunging. 

Full canvas, head to windl 

We've heard the Midnight Leadsman 

That calls the black deep down — 
Ay, thrice we've heard The Swimmer, 

The Thing that may not drown. 
On frozen bunt and gasket 

The sleet-cloud drave her hosts. 
When, manned by more than signed with 

Wc passed the Isle of Ghosts! 

And north, amid the hummocks, 

A biscuit-toss below. 
We met the silent shallop 

That frighted whalers know; 

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For, down a cruel ice-lane. 

That opened as he sped, 
We saw dead Hendrick Hudson 

Steer, North by West, his dead. 

So dealt God's waters with us 

Beneath the roaring skies, 
So walked His signs and marvels 

All naked to our eyes: 
But we were heading homeward 

With trade to lose or make — 
Good Lord, they slipped behind us 

In the tailing of our wake! 

Let go, let go the anchors; 

Now shamed at heart are we 
To bring so poor a cargo home 

That had for gift the sea! 
Let go the great bow-anchor — 

Ah, fools were we and blind — 
The worst we stored with utter toil, 

The best we left behind ! 

^^se — cross-seas — round the world and back again y 
^^ her flaw shall fail us or the Trades drive down: 
^^ail — storm-sail — lay your board and tack again — 
^ all to bring a cargo up to London Town ! 



TPHE God of Fair Beginnings 

Hath prospered here my hand — 
The cargoes of my lading. 
And the keels of my command. 


For out of many ventures 
That sukd with hope as high. 

My own have made the better trade. 
And Admiral am I. 

To me my King's much honour. 
To me my people's love — 

To me the pnde of Princes 
And power all pride above; 

To me the shouting ddes. 
To me the mob's refrain: — 
Who knows not noble Valdez, 
Hath never heard of Spain/* 


But I remember comrades — 

Old playmates on new 
Whenas we traded orpiment 

Among the savages — 
A thousand leagues to south'ard 

And thirty years removed — 
They knew not noble Valdez, 

But mc they knew and loved. 

Then they that found good liquor. 

They drank it not alone, 
And they that found fair plunder. 

They told us every one, 
About our chosen islands 

Or secret shoals between. 
When, weary from far voyage. 

We gathered to careen. 

There burned our breaming-fagots 
All pale along the shore: 

There rose our worn pavilions 
A sail above an oar: 

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As flashed each yearning anchor 

Through mellow seas afire, 
So swift our careless captains 

Rowed each to his desire. 

Where lay our loosened harness? 

Where turned our naked feet? 
Whose tavern 'mid the palm-trees? 

What quenchings of what heat? 
Oh fountain in the desert! 

Oh cistern in the waste! 
Oh bread we ate in secret! 

Oh cup we spilled in haste! 

The youth new-taught of longing. 

The widow curbed and wan, 
The goodwife proud at season. 

And the maid aware of man — 
All souls unslaked, consuming 

Defrauded in delays, 
Desire not more their quittance 

Than I those forfeit days! 

I dreamed to wait my pleasure 

Unchanged my spring would bide: 
Wherefore, to wait my pleasure^ 

I put my spring aside 
Till, first in face of Fortune, 

And last in mazed disdain, 
I made Diego Valdez 

High Admiral of Spain. 

Then walked no wind 'neath Heaven 

Nor surge that did not aid — 
I dared extreme occasion. 

Nor ever one betrayed. 


They wrought a deeper treason — 
(Led seas that served my needs!) 

They sold Diego Valdcz 
To bondage of great deeds. 

The tempest flung me seaward, 

And pinned and bade me hold 
The course I might not alter — 

And men esteemed me bold! 
The calms embayed my quarry. 

The fog-wreath sealed his eyes;. 
The dawn-wind brought my topsuls — 

And men esteemed me wise! 

Yet 'spite my tyrant triumphs 

Bewildered, dispossessed — 
My dream held I before me — 

My vision of my rest; 
But, crowned by Fleet and People, 

And bound by King and Pope — 
Stands here Diego Valdez 

To rob me of my hope. 

No prayer of mine shall movc-him. 

No word of his set free 
The Lord of Sixty Pennants 

And the Steward of the Sea. 
His will can loose ten thousand 

To seek their loves again — 
But not Diego Valdez, 

High Admiral of Spain. 

There walks no wind 'neath Heaven 
Nor wave that shall restore 

The old careening riot 

And the clamorous, crowded shore— 

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The fountain in the desert, 

The cistern in the waste, 
The bread we ate in secret, 

The cup we spilled in haste. 

Now call I to my Captains — 

For council fly the sign. 
Now leap their zealous galleys. 

Twelve-oared, across the brine. 
To me the straiter prison. 

To me the heavier chain-^ 
To me Diego Valdez, 

High Admiral of Spain ! 



\\7^E'VE sent our little Cupids all ashore — 

They were frightened, they were tired, they were 
Our sails of silk and purple go to store, 

And we've cut away our mast of beaten gold 

(Foul weather!) 
Oh 'tis hemp and singing pine for to stand against the brine, 
But Love he is our master as of old ! 

The sea has shorn our galleries away. 

The salt has soiled our gilding past remede; 

Our paint is flaked and blistered by the spray. 
Our sides are half a fathom furred in weed 

(Foul weather!) 

And the Doves of Venus fled and the petrels came instead, 
But Love he was our master at our need! 


'Was Youth would keep no vigil at the bow, 

'Was Pleasure at the helm too drunk to steer — 
We've shipped three able quartermasters now. 
Men call them Custom, Reverence, and Fear 

(Foul weather!) 
They are old and scarred and plain, but we'll run no 
From any Port o' Paphos mutineer! 

We seek no more the tempest for delight. 
We skirt no more the indraught and the shoal — 

We ask no more of any day or night 

Than to come with least adventure to our goal 

(Foul weather!) 

What we find we needs must brook, but we do not go to 
Nor tempt the Lord our God that saved us whole. 

Yet, caring so, not overmuch we care 

To brace and trim for every foolish blast. 
If the squall be pleased to sweep us unaware, 
He may bellow off to leeward like the last 

(Foul weather!) 
We will blame it on the deep (for the watch must have 
And Love can come and wake us when 'tis past. 

Oh launch them down with music from the beach. 

Oh warp them out with garlands from the quays — 
Most resolute — a damsel unto each — 
New prows that seek the old Hesperides! 

(Foul weather!) 
Though we know their voyage is vain, yet we see our 
In the saffroned bridesails scenting all the seas! 

(Foul weather!) 

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For before Eve was Lilith.— OA/ Tale. 

'HESE were never your true love's eyes. 
Why do you feign that you love them ? 
that broke from their constancies, 
-^d the wide calm brows above them! 

•^8 was never your true love's speech. 
IVhy do you thrill when you hear it? 

that have ridden out of its reach 
The width of the world or near it! 

is was never your true love's hair, — 
You that chafed when it bound you 
^^^^reened from knowledge or shame or care. 
In the night that it made around you!" 

^AU these things I know, I know. 

And that's why my heart is breaking!" 
*Then what do you gain by pretending so?' 

^The joy of an old wound waking." 


I 894 

rtffi Liner she's a lady, an' she never looks nor *eeds — 
The Man-o'-War*s 'er 'usband, an* *e gives 'er all she 
, oh, the little cargo-boats, that sail the wet seas roun', 
r*rc just the same as you an' me a-plyin' up. an* down ! 


PlyirC up an* ddwn^ J^^^yy *angin* round tfie Yardy 
All the way by Fratton tram down to Portsmouth \i 
Anythin* for business y an* we*re growin* old — 
Ply in* up an* down^ Jenny ^ waitin* in the cold I 

The Liner she's a lady by the paint upon 'er face. 
An' if she meets an accident they count it sore disgrace. 
The Man-o'-War's 'er 'usband, and 'e 's always *andy by 
But, oh, the little cargo-boats, they've got to load or die! 

The Liner she's a lady, and *er route is cut an* dried; 
The Man-o'-War's 'er 'usband, an' *e always keeps beside; 
But, oh, the little cargo-boats that 'aven't any man, 
They've got to do their business first, and make the most th 

The Liner she's a lady, and if a war should come. 
The Man-o'-War*s 'er 'usband, and 'e'd bid 'er stay at hor 
But, oh, the little cargo-boats that fill with every tide! 
'E'd *ave to up an' fight for them for they are England's pri 

The Liner she's a lady, but if she was n't made, 

There still would be the cargo-boats for 'ome an' fore 

The Man-o'-\Var's 'er 'usband, but if we wasn't 'ere, 
'E would n't have to fight at all for 'ome an' friends so Ai 

*Ome aji friends so dear^ Jenny ^ *angin* round the Yi 
All the way by Fratton tram down to Portsmouth *A 
Anythin* for business^ an* we* re growin* old — 
*Ome an* friends so deary Jenny y waitin* in the cold I 

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^INE was the woman to me, darkling I found her: 

Haling her dumb from the camp, held her and bound 
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. 

I Yet ere they came to my lance laid for the slaughter, 

' Lightly she leaped to a log lapped in the water; 

[ Holding on high and apart skins that arrayed her, 

I Called she the God of the Wind that He should aid her. 

' Life had the tree at that word (Praise we the Giver!) 
Otter-like left he the bank for the full river. 
Far fell their axes behind, flashing and ringing, 
"onder was on me and fear — yet she was singing! 

Low lay the land we had left. Now the blue bound us, 
Even the Floor of the Gods level around us. 
Whisper there was not, nor word, shadow nor showing, 
Till the light stirred on the deep, glowing and growing. 

Then did He leap to His place flaring from under. 
He the Compeller, the Sun, bared to our wonder. 
-Vay, not a league from our eyes blinded with gazing, 
Cleared He the Gate of the World, huge and amazing! 


This we beheld (and we live) — the Pit of the Burning! 
Then the God spoke to the tree for our returning; 
Back to the beach of our flight, fearless and slowly. 
Back to our slayers went he: but we were holy. 

Men that were hot in that hunt, women that followed. 
Babes that were promised our bones, trembled and wallovredL 
Over the necks of the Tribe crouching and fiiwning — 
Prophet and priestess we came back from the dawning! 

I 892 

** And that vms im mon stm** 

npHUS said the Lord in the Vault above the Oicnibiiii^^ 
Calling to the Angels and the Souk in their degree ^ 
"Lo! Earth has passed away 
On the smoke of Judgment Day. 
That Our word may be established shall We gather up th^^ 

Loud sang the souls of the jolly, jolly mariners: 

"Plague upon the hurricane that made us furl and flee! 
But the war is done between us. 
In the deep the Lord hath seen us — 
Our bones we'll leave the barracout', and God may sinT.^^ 
the sea!" 

Then said the soul of Judas that betrayed Him: 
"Lord, hast Thou forgotten Thy covenant with me? 
How once a year I go 
To cool me on the floe? 
And Ye take my day of mercy if Ye take away the 

INCXUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 i8j 

^^^ s«id the soul of the Angel of the OfF-shore Wind: 
^^^ that bits the thunder when the bull-mouthed breakers 
I have watch and ward to keep 
O'er Thy wonders on the deep, 
'^d Ye take mine honour from me if Ye take away the 



^^d sang the souls of the jolly, jolly mariners : 

Nay, but we were angry, and a hasty folk are we. 
If we worked the ship together 
Till she foundered in foul weather. 
Are we babes that we should clamour for a vengeance on 
the sea?" 

Then said the souls of the slaves that men threw overboard: 
"Kennelled in the picaroon a weary band were we; 
But Thy arm was strong to save, 
And it touched us on the wave, 
And we drowsed the long tides idle till Thy Trumpets tore 
the sea.** 

Then cried the soul of the stout Apostle Paul to God: 
"Once we frapped a ship, and she laboured woundily. 
There were fourteen score of these, 
And they blessed Thee on their knees. 
When they learned Thy Grace and Glory under Malta by 
the sea!" 

Loud sang the souls of the jolly, jolly mariners. 

Plucking at their harps, and they plucked unhandily: 
"CXir thumbs are rough and tarred. 
And the tune is something hard — 
May we lift a Deepsea Chantey such as seamen use at 


Then said the souls of the gentlemen-adventurers — 
Fettered wrist to bar all for red iniquity: 
"Ho, we revel in our chains 
O'er the sorrow that was Spain's; 
Heave or sink it, leave or drink it, we were masters ol 

Up spake the soul of a grey Gothavn 'speckshioner — 

(He that led the flenching in the fleets of fair Dundee); 
"Oh, the ice-blink white and near. 
And the bowhead breaching clear! 
Will Ye whelm them all for wantonness that wallow in ^c 

Loud sang the souls of the jolly, jolly mariners. 

Crying: "Under Heaven, here is neither lead nor lee! 

Must we sing for evermore 

On the windless, glassy floor? 
Take back your golden fiddles and we'll beat to open 


Then stooped the Lord, and He called the good sea up ^ 
And 'stablished its borders unto all eternity. 
That such as have no pleasure 
For to praise the Lord by measure. 
They may enter into galleons and serve Him on the 

Sufiy fVifidy and Cloud shall fail not from the face of U^ 
Stingingy ringing spindrift y nor the fulmar flying free; 
And the ships shall go abroad 
To the Glory of the Lord 
Who heard the silly sailor-folk and gave them back their sei 


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I 8 90 

'^J'OW the new year reviving old desires. 
The restless soul to open sea aspires. 
Where the Blue Peter flickers from the fore. 
And the grimed stoker feeds the engine-fires. 

G]upons, alas, depart with all their rows, 

And last year's sea-met loves where Grindlay knows; 

But still the wild wind wakes of Gardafui, 
And hearts turn eastward with the P. and 0*s. 

Twelve knots an hour, be they more or less — 
Oh slothful mother of much idleness. 

Whom neither rivals spur nor contracts speed! 
Nay, bear us gently! Wherefore need we press? 

The Tragedy of all our East is laid 
On those white decks beneath the awning shade — 
Birth, absence, longing, laughter, love and tears. 
And death unmaking ere the land is made. 

And midnight madnesses of souls distraught 
^^liom the cool seas call through the open port. 
So that the table lacks one place next mom, 
.And for one forenoon men forego their sport. 

The shadow of the rigging to and fro 

Sways, shifts, and flickers on the spar-deck's snow. 

And like a giant trampling in his chains, 
The screw-blades gasp and thunder deep below; 


And, leagued to watch one flying-fish's wings, 
Heaven stoops to sea, and sea to Heaven clings; 

While, bent upon the ending of his toil. 
The hot sun strides, regarding not these things: 

For the same wave that meets our stem in Bprmy 
Bore Smith of Asia eastward yesterday. 

And Delhi Jones and Brown of Midnapore 
To-morrow follow on the self-same way. 

Linked in the chain of Empire one by one. 
Flushed with long leave, or tanned with many a sun. 

The Exiles' Line brings out the exiles' line 
And ships them homeward when their work is done. 

Yea, heedless of the shuttle through the loom. 
The flying keels fulfil the web of doom. 

Sorrow or shouting — ^what is that to them? 
Make out the cheque that pays for cabin room! 

And how so many score of times ye flit 
With wife and babe and caravan of kit. 

Not all thy travels past shall lower one fare. 
Not all thy tears abate one pound of it. 

And how so high thine earth-bom dignity. 
Honour and state, go sink it in the sea. 

Till that great one upon the quarter deck. 
Brow-bound with gold, shall give thee leave to be. 

Indeed, indeed from that same line we swear 
Off for all time, and mean it when we swear; 

And then, and then we meet the Quartered Flag, 
And, surely for the last time, pay the fare. 

INCXUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 189 

<1 Green of Kensington, estrayed to view 
three short months the world he never knew, 
Stares with blind eyes upon the Quartered Flag 
d sees no more than yellow, red and blue. 

t we, the gypsies of the East, but we — 
lifs of the land and wastrels of the sea — 
'0)me nearer home beneath the Quartered Flag 
an ever home shall come to such as we. 

e camp is struck, the bungalow decays, 
ad friends and houses desert mark our ways, 
ill sickness send us down to Prince's Dock 
meet the changeless use of many days. 

iind in the wheel of Empire, one by one, 
e chain-gangs of the East from sire to son, 
The Exiles' Line takes out the exiles' line 

d ships them homeward when their work is done. 

runs the old indictment? "Dear and slow," 
much and twice so much. We gird, but go. 
X<*or all the soul of our sad East is there, 
xieath the house-flag of the P. and O. 


'^ ^^^^E'S a whisper down the field where the year has 
^ 3jiot her yield, 
^^^ the ricks stand grey to the sun, 

: "Over then, come over, for the bee has quit the 
,, clover, 
^d your English summer's done." 


You have heard the beat of the oiF-shore wixid. 

And the thresh of the deep-sea rain; 

You have heard the song — how long? how long? 

Pull out on the trail again! 
Ha' done with the Tents of Shem, dear lass. 
We've seen the seasons through. 
And it's time to turn on the old trail, our own trail, c^^ 

out trail. 
Pull out, pull out, on the Long Trail — the trail that 
always new! 


It's North you may run to the rime-ringed sun 

Or South to the blind Horn's hate; 
Or East all the way into Mississippi Bay, 
Or West to the Golden Gate — 

Where the blindest bluffs hold good, dear lass. 

And the wildest tales are true, 

And the men bulk big on the old trail, our own Ud^ I 

the out trail, 
And life runs large on the Long Trail — the trail th^^t 
is always new. 

The days are sick and cold, and the skies are grey and olcr:^) 

And the twice-breathed airs blow damp; 
And I'd sell my tired soul for the bucking beam-sea rc^^ 
Of a black Bilbao tramp, 

With her load-line over her hatch, dear lass. 

And a drunken Dago crew. 

And her nose held down on the old trail, our own traS. h 

the out trail 
From Cadiz south on the Long Trail — the trail th^»f 
is always new. 

There be triple ways to take, of the eagle or the snake. 

Or the way of a man with a maid; 
But the sweetest way to me is a ship's upon the sea 

In the heel of the North-East Trade. 

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Can you hear the crash on her bows, dear lass. 

And the drum of the racing screw, 

As she ships it green on the old trail, our own trail, 

the out trail, 
As she lifts and 'scends on the Long Trail — the trail 

that is always new? 

the shaking funnels roar, with the Peter at the fore, 
id the fenders grind and heave, 
the derricks clack and grate, as the tackle hooks the 

id the fall-rope whines through the sheave; 
It's "Gang-plank up and in," dear lass. 
It's "Hawsers warp her through!" 
And it's "All clear aft" on the old trail, our own trail, 

the out trail. 
We're backing down on the Long Trail — the trail that 
is always new. 

e mutter overside, when the port-fog holds us tied, 
id the sirens hoot their dread, 

:n foot by foot we creep o'er the hueless viewless deep 
J the sob of the questing lead! 

It's down by the Lower Hope, dear lass. 

With the Gunfleet Sands in view. 

Till the Mouse swings green on the old trail, our own 
trail, the out trail, 

And the Gull Light lifts on the I^ng Trail — the trail 
that is always new. 

le blazing tropic night, when the wake's a welt of light 
hat holds the hot sky tame, 
the steady fore-foot snores through the planet-powdcrcd 

liere the scared whale flukes in flame! 


Her plates are flaked by the sun, dear lass. 

And her ropes are taut with the dew, f^ 

For we're booming down on the old trail, our own ^ 

the out trail, t^ 

We're sagging south on the Long Trail — the trail 

is always new. 

home, get her home, where the drunken rollers com^ 
d the shouting seas drive by, ^-^ 

the engines stamp and ring, and the wet bows reel an#^^ 

d the Southern Cross rides high! 

Yes, the old lost stars wheel back, dear lass. 

That blaze in the velvet blue. 

They're all old friends on the old trail, oar own tnul, 
the out trail, 

They're God's own guide on the Long Trail — the trail 
that is always new. 

Drward, O my heart, from the Foreland to the Start — 

're steaming all too slow, 

t's twenty thousand mile to our little lazy isle 

lere the trumpet-orchids blow! 

You have heard the call of the ofF-shore wind 

And the voice of the deep-sea rain; 

You have heard the song. How long — how long? 

Pull out on the trail again! 

"he Lord knows what we may find, dear lass, 

Lnd The Deuce knows what we may do — 

^ut we're back once more on the old trail, our own trzxVJ/^ 

the out trail, 
Ve're down, hull-down, on the Long Trail — the 

that is always new! 


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\\^EN, foot to wheel and back to wind, 
The helmsman dare not look behind, 
But hears beyond his compass-light. 
The blind bow thunder through the night. 
And, like a harpstring ere it snaps. 
The rigging sing beneath the caps; 
Above the shriek of storm in sail 

Or rattle of the blocks blown free. 
Set for the peace beyond the gale, 
This song the Needle sings the Sea: 

Ohy drunken Wave ! OA, driving Cloud ! 

Rage of the Deep and sterile Rainy 
By Love upheld, by God allowed^ 

IVe gOy but we return again ! 

When leagued about the 'wildered boat 
The rainbow Jellies fill and float, 
And, lilting where the laver lingers. 
The Starfish trips on all her fingers; 
Where, 'neath his myriad spines ashock. 
The Sea-egg ripples down the rock, 
An orange wonder dimly guessed 
From darkness where the Cuttles rest. 
Moored o'er the darker deeps that hide 
The blind white Sea-snake and his bride, 
VMio, drowsing, nose the long-lost Ships 
Ixt down through darkness to their lips- 
Safe-swung above the glassy death, 
Hear what the constant Needle saith: 


OA, lisping Reef J Oh^ listless Cloudy 
In slumber on a pulseless main ! 

By Love upheld^ by God allowed^ 
We gOy but we return again I 

E *en so through Tropic and through Trade, 

Awed by the shadow of new skies. 
As we shall watch old planets fade 

And mark the stranger stars arise. 
So, surely, back through Sun and Cloud, 

So, surely, from the outward main 
By Love recalled, by God allowed. 

Shall we return — return again! 

Yea, we return — return again! 



TTAIR is our lot — goodly is our heritage ! 

{Humble ye^ my people ^ and be fearful in your mirth !) 
For the Lord our God Most High 
He hath made the deep as dry. 
He hath smote for us a pathway to the ends of all the Earth! 

Yeay though we sinnedy and our rulers went from righteousness — 
Deep in all dishonour though we stained our garments* hem^ 
■ Oh be ye not dismay edy 

Though we stumbled and we strayedy 
IV e were led by evil counsellors — the Lord shall deal with them r 

Hold ye the Faith — the Faith our Fathers sealed us; 
fVhoring not with visions — overwise and overstale. 

Except ye pay the Lord 

Single heart and single swordy 
Of your children in their bondage He shall ask them treble-tale T 

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Kf^pyc the Law — be swift in all obedience — 
Ci^ar the land of evil, drive the road and bridge the ford. 
Make ye sure to each his own 
That he reap where he hath sown; 
Br the peace among Our peoples let men know we serve the Lord ! 

««r now 4 song-a song of brokm, interludes- 
^ «^oiff oj little cunning; of a singer nothing worth. 
Through the naked words and mean 
^ay ye see the truth between^ 
^^ the singer knew and touched it in the ends of all the Earth I 


^^UR brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on 

our knees; 
Our loins are battered 'neath us by the swinging, smoking 

From reef and rock and skerry — over headland, ness, and 

TTic Coastwise Lights of England watch the ships of England 

through the endless summer evenings, on the lineless, level 

'nrough the yelling Channel tempest when the siren hoots 
P and roars — 
• day the dipping house-flag and by night the rocket's 

^ the sheep that graze behind us so we know them where 

thev hail. 


We bridge across the dark, and bid the helmsman have a 

The flash that, wheeling inland, wakes his sleeping wife to^ 

From our vexed eyries, head to gale, we bind in burning '^ 

The lover from the sea-rim drawn — ^his love in Enghsh 


We greet the clippers wing^and-wing that race the Southern 

We warn the crawling cargo-tanks of Bremen, Lrith, and 

To each and all our equal lamp at peril of the sea — 
The white wall-sided warships or the whalers of Dundee! 

Come up, come in from Eastward, from the guardports of the 

Beat up, beat in from Southerly, O gipsies of the Horn! 
Swift shuttles of an Empire's loom that weave us main to 

The Coastwise Lights of England give you welcome back 

again I 

Go, get you gone up-Channel with the sea-crust on your 

Go, get you into London with the burden of your freights! 
Haste, for they talk of Empire there, and say, if any seek, 
The Lights of England sent you and by silence shall ye speak! 


fJEAR now the Song of the Dead— in the North by the torn 

berg-edges — 
They that look still to the Pole^ asleep by their hide^tripped 

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Song of the Dead in the South — in the sun by their skeleton 

ff^Jiere the warrigal whimpers and bays through the dust of 

the sere rioer-eourses. 

Song of the Dead in the East — in the heat-rotted jungle-hollows ^ 
^^^hre the dog^pe barks in the kloof — in the brake of the buffalo^ 

^^g of the Dead in the fVest — in the Barrens^ the pass thai 

betrayed them^ 
^^^^here the wolverine tumbles their packs from the camp and 

the groM-mound they made them; 

Hear now the Song of the Dead I 


^e were dreamers, dreaming greatly, in the man-sdfled 

^e yearned beyond the sky-line where the strange roads go 

C^ame the Whisper, came the Vision, came the Power with the 

Till the Soul that is not man's soul was lent us to lead. 
As the deer breaks — as the steer breaks — from the herd 

where they graze, 
In the faith of little children we went on our ways. 
Then the wood failed — then the food failed — then the last 

water dried — 
In the faith of little children we lay down and died. 
On the sand-drift— on the veldt-side — in the fern-scrub we 

That our sons might follow after by the bones on the way. 
Follow after — follow after! We have watered the root, 
And the bud has come to blossom that ripens for fruit! 
Follow after — we are waiting, by the trails that we lost, 
For the sounds of manv footsteps, for the tread of a host. 
Follow after — follow after — for the harvest is sown: 
By the bones about the wayside ye shall come to your own! 


JVhen Drake went down to the Horn 
And England was crowned thereby ^ 

^Twixt seas unsailed and shores unhailed 
Our Lodge — our Lodge was bom 
{And England was crowned thereby !) 

Which nevei- shall close' again 

By day nor yet by nighty 
While man shall take his life to stake 

At risk of shoal or main 

{By day nor yet by night) 

But standeth even so 

As now we witness hercy 
While men depart^ 9f Pyf^^ hearty 

Adventure for to know 

{As now bear witness here !) 


We have fed our sea for a thousand years 

And she calls us, still unfed, 
Though there's never a wave of all her waves 

But marks our English dead: 
We have strawed our best to the weed's unrest. 

To the shark and the sheering gull. 
If blood be the price of admiralty, 

Lord God, we ha* paid in full! 

There's never a flood goes shoreward now 

But lifts a keel we manned; 
There's never an ebb goes seaward now 

But drops our dead on the sand — 
But slinks our dead on the sands forlore, 

From the Ducies to the Swin. 
If blood be the price of admiralty. 
If blood be the price of admiralty, 

Lord God, we ha* paid it inl 

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We must feed our sea for a thousand years, 

For that is our doom and pride, 
As it was when they sailed with the Golden Hind^ 

Or the wreck that struck last tide — 
Or the wreck that lies on the spouting reef 

Where the ghastly blue-lights flare. 
If blood be the price of admiralty, 
If blood be the price of admiralty. 
If blood be the price of admiralty, 

Lord God, we ha' bought it fair! 


E wrecks dissolve above us; their dust drops down 

from afar — 
ri to the dark, to the utter dark, where the blind white 

sea-snakes are. 
e is no sound, no echo of sound, in the deserts of the 

^e great grey level plains of ooze where the shell-burred 

cables creep. 

* in the womb of the world — here on the tie-ribs of earth 
^ords, and the words of men, flicker and flutter and beat — 
rning, sorrow, and gain, salutation and mirth — 
or a Power troubles the Still that has neither voice nor 

y have wakened the timeless Things; they have killed 

their father Time; 
lining hands in the gloom, a league from the last of the 

i! Men talk to-day o'er the waste of the ultimate slime, 
id a new Word runs between: whispering, **Let us be 




[^NE from the ends of the earth — gifts at an open door— \^ 

Treason has much, but we, Mother, thy sons have morel A<y 

"rom the whine of a dying man, from the snarl of a wolf-pack 

Those that have stayed at thy knees, Mother, go call them 

in — 
Ve that were bred overseas wait and would speak with our 

^ot in the dark do we fight — haggle and flout and ^be; 
lelling our love for a price, loaning our hearts for a bribe. 
Jifts have we only to-day — ^Love without promise or 
lear, for thy children speak, from the uttermost parts of tJie 




D GYAL and Dower-royal, I the Queen 

Fronting thy richest sea with richer hands — 
A thousand mills roar through me where I glean 
All races from all lands. 


Me the Sea-captain loved, the River built. 
Wealth sought and Kings adventured life to hold. 

Hail, England! I am Asia — Power on silt. 
Death in my hands, but Gold! 


Turn, and the world is thine. Mother, be proud of thy seed! 
!x)unt, are we feeble or few ? Hear, is our speech so rude? 9^ 

.xx)k, are we poor in the land? Judge, are we men of The 




Give kjned me on the mouth and eyes and brow. 

Wonderful kisses, so that I became 
Crowned above Queens — a withered beldame now. 

Brooding on ancient fame. 

Hail, Mother! Do they call me rich in trade? 

Little care I, but hear the shorn priest drone. 
And watch my silk-clad lovers, man by maid, 

Laugh 'neath my Shwe Dagon. 


Hail, Mother! East and West must seek my aid 

Ere the spent hull may dare the porta afar. 
The second doorway of the wide world's trade 
Is mine to loose or bar. 


Hail, Mother! Hold me fast; my Praya sleeps 

Under innumerable keels to-day. 
Yet guard (and landward), or to-morrow sweeps 

Thy warships down the bay! 

Into the mist my guardian prows put forth. 
Behind the mist my virgin ramparts lie. 

The Warden of the Honour of the North, 
Sleepless and veiled am I ! 


Peace is our portion. Yet a whisper rose, 
Fooliah and causeless, half in jest, half hate. 

Now wake we and remember mighty blows. 
And, fearing no man, wait! 



From East to West the circling word has passed. 
Till West is East beside our land-locked bhie; 

From East to West the tested chain holds fast, 
The well-forged link rings true! 


Hail! Snatched and bartered oft from hand to hand, 
I dream my dream, by rock and heath and pine. 

Of Empire to the northward. Ay, one land 
From Lion's Head to Line! 


Greeting! Nor fear nor favour won us place. 
Got between greed of gold and dread of drouth^ 

Loud-voiced and reckless as the wild tide-race 
That whips our harbour-mouth! 


Greeting! My birth-stain have I turned to good; 

Forcing strong wills perverse to steadfastness: 
The first flush of the tropics in my blood. 

And at my feet Success! 


The northern stirp beneath the southern skies — 
I build a Nation for an Empire's need. 

Suffer a little, and my land shall rise. 
Queen over lands indeed! 


Man's love first found me; man's hate made me Hell; 

For my babes* sake I cleansed those infamies. 
Earnest for leave to live and labour well, 

God flung me peace and ease. . 

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Lasty loneliest, loveliest, exquisite, apart — 
On us, on us the unswerving season smiles, 

Who wonder *mid our fern why men depart 
To seek the Happy Isles! 


RULY ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to 
j^ J We used to lie down at the bidding of any man — 
-^ ''-^sh of the flesh that I bred, bone of the bone that I bare; 
^^awk as your sons shall be — stern as your fathers were, 
^per than speech our love, stronger than life our tether, 
Vjt we do not fall on the neck nor kiss when we come to- 
y arm is nothing weak, my strength is not gone by; 
ns, I have borne many sons, but my dugs are not dry. 
, I have made ye a place and opened wide the doors, 
at ye may talk together, your Barons and Councillors — 
^^ards of the Outer March, Lords of the Lower Seas, 
^y, talk to your grey mother that bore you on her knees! — 
That ye may talk together, brother to brother's face — 
^^us for the good of your peoples — thus for the Pride of 

the Race. 
Also, we will make promise. So long as The Blood endures, 
/ shall know that your good is mine: ye shall feel that my 

strength is yours: 
In the day of Armageddon, at the last great fight of all, 
That Our House stand together and the pillars do not fall. 
Draw now the threefold knot firm on the ninefold bands. 
And the Law that ye make shall be law after the rule of your 

This for the waxen Heath, and that for the Wattle-bloom, 
This for the Maple-leaf, and that for the southern Broom. 


The Law that ye make shall be law and I do not pres 

Because ye are Sons of The Blood and call me Mother 
Now must ye speak to your kinsmen and they must spe 

After the use of the English, in straight-flung words 

Go to your work and be strong, halting not in your wa^ 
Baulking the end half-won for an instant dole of praise. 
Stand to your work and be wise — certain of sword and 
Who are neither children nor Gods, but men in a wo: 




(y/ Song 0/ the Dominions) 

'TpWIXT my house and thy house the pathway is br 
In thy house or my house is half the world's hoard 
By my house and thy house hangs all the world's fate. 
On thy house and my house lies half the world's hate. 

For my house and thy house no help shall we find 
Save thy house and my house — kin cleaving to kind; 
If my house be taken, thine tumbleth anon. 
If thy house be forfeit, mine followeth soon. 

'Twixt my house and thy house what talk can there be 
Of headship or lordship, or service or fee? 
Since my house to thy house no greater can send 
Than thy house to my house — friend comforting frieni 
And thy house to my house no meaner can bring 
Than my house to thy house — King counselling King. 

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I 894 

T^HE Cities are full of pride, 

Challenging each to each — 
This from her mountain-side. 
That from her burdened beach. 

They count their ships full tale — 
Their com and oil and wine, 

Derrick and loom and bale, 
And rampart's gun-flecked line; 

City by City they hail: 
"Hast aught to match with mine?' 

And the men that breed from them 

They traffic up and down. 
But cling to their cities' hem 

As a child to the mother's gown. 

When they talk with the stranger bands. 

Dazed and newly alone; 
When they walk in the stranger lands. 

By roaring streets unknown; 
Blessing her where she stands 

For strength above their own. 

(On high to hold her fame 
That stands all fame beyond, 

By oath to back the same. 
Most faithful-foolish-fond; 

Making her mere-breathed name 
Their bond upon their bond.) 


So thank I God my birth 

Fell not in isles aside — 
Waste headlands of the earth. 

Or warring tribes untried — 
But that she lent me worth 

And gave mc right to pride. 

Surely in toil or fray 
Under an alien sky. 

Comfort it is to say: 

"Of no mean city am II" 

(Neither by service nor fee 

Come I to mine estate — 
Mother of Cities to me. 

But I was born in her gate. 
Between the palms and the sea, 

Where the world-end steamers wait.) 

Now for this debt I owe, 
And for her far-borne cheer 

Must I make haste and go 
With tribute to her pier. 

And she shall touch and remit 
After the use of kings 

(Orderly, ancient, fit) 
My deep-sea plunderings. 

And purchase in all lands. 
And this we do for a sign 
Her power is over mine. 

And mine I hold at her hands! 

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^HE white moth to the closing bine, 

The bee to the opened clover, 
And the gipsy blood to the gipsy blood 
Ever the wide world over. 

Ever the wide world over, lass. 

Ever the trail held true, 
Over the w::.rld and under the world, 

And back at the last to you. 

Out of the dark of the gorgio camp. 

Out of the grime and the gray 
(Morning waits at the end of the world), 

Gipsy, come away! 

The wild boar to the sun-dried swamp, 

The red crane to her reed, 
And the Romany lass to the Romany lad 

By the tie of a roving breed. 

The pied snake to the rifted rock. 

The buck to the stony plain. 
And the Romany lass to the Romany lad. 

And both to the road again. 

Both to the road again, again! 

Out on a clean sea- track — 
Follow the cross of the gipsy trail 

Over the world and back! 

Follow the Romany patteran 
North where the blue bergs sail, 

And the bows are gray with the frozen spray. 
And the masts are shod with mail. 


Follow the Romany patteran 

Sheer to the Austral Light, 
Where the besom of God is the wild South wind. 

Sweeping the sea-floors white. 

Follow the Romany patteran 

West to the sinking sun, 
Till the junk-sails lift through the houseless drif 

And the east and the west are one. 

Follow the Romany patteran 

East where the silence broods 
By a purple wave on an opal beach 

In the hush of the Mahim woods. 

"The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky. 

The deer to the wholesome wold 
And the heart of a man to the heart of a maid. 

As it was in the days of old." 

The heart of a man to the heart of a maid — 

Light of my tents, be fleet. 
Morning waits at the end of the world, 

And the world is all at our feet! 



(Canadian Preferential Tariffs 1897) 

A NATION spoke to a Nation, 

A Queen sent word to a Throne: 
" Daughter am I in my mother's house. 
But mistress in my own. 

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The gates are mine to open. 

As the gates are mine to close. 
And I set my house in order,'* 

Said our Lady of the Snows. 

'* Neither with laughter nor weepings 

Fear or the child's amaze — 
Soberly under the White Man's law 

My white men go their ways. 
Not for the Gentiles' clamour^ 

Insult or threat of blows- 
Bow we the knee to Baal/* 

Said our Lady of the Snows, 

**My speech is clean and single, 

I talk of common things — 
Words of the wharf and the market-place 

And the ware the merchant brings: 
Favour to those I favour, 

But a stumbling-block to my foes. 
Many there be that hate us," 

Said our Lady of the Snows. 

'*I called my chiefs to council 

In the din of a troubled year; 
For the sake of a sign ye would not see. 

And a word ye would not hear. 
This is our message and answer; 

This is the path we chose: 
For we be also a people," 

Said our Lady of the Snows. 

** Carry the word to my sisters — 

To the Queens of the East and the South. 
I have proven faith in the Heritage 

By more than the word of the mouth. 


They that arc wise may follow 

Ere the world's waNtrrimpet blows. 

But I — I am first in the battle," 
S«d our Lady of the Snows. 

A Nalion spoke to a Nation, 

A Throne tent vaord to a Throne: 
' ' Daughter am I in my mother's hoitse^ 

But mistress in my oum. 
The gates are mine to open. 

As the gates are mine to close. 
And I abide by my Mother's House" 

Said our Lady of the Snows. 


I 894 
The American Spirit speaks: 

JF THE Led Striker call it a strike, 

Or the papers call it a war, 
They know not much what I am tike. 
Nor what he is, my Avatar, 

Through many roads, by me possessed. 
He shambles forth in cosmic guise; 

He is the Jester and the Jest, 
And he the Text himself applies. 

The Celt is in his heart and hand. 
The Gaul is in his brain and nerve; 

Where, cosmopolitanly planned. 

He guards the Redskin's dry reserve 


His easy unswept hearth he lends 

From Labrador to Guadeloupe^ 
Till, elbowed out by sloven friends, 

He camps, at sufferance, on the stoop. 

Calm-eyed he scoffs at Sword and Crown, 
Or, panic- blinded, stabs and slays: 

Blatant he bids the world bow down. 
Or cringing begs a crust of praise; -i 

Or, sombre-drunk, at mine and mart, 
He dubs his dreary brethren Kings. 

His hands are black with blood — his heart 
Leaps, as a babe's, at little things. 

But, through the shift of mcxxl and mood, 
Mine ancient humour saves him whole — 

The cynic devil in his blood 

That bids him mock his hurrying soul; 

That bids him flout the Law he makes, 
That bids him make the Law he flouts, 

Till, dazed by many doubts, he wakes 
The drumming guns that — have no doubts; 

That checks him foolish-hot and fond, 
That chuckles through his deepest ire, 

That gilds the slough of his despond 
But dims the goal of his desire; 

liwpportunc, shrill-accented. 

The acrid .^atk mirth 
That leaves him. careless 'mid his dead, 

The icandal of the elder earth. 


How shall he clear himself, how reach 
Your bar or weighed defence prefer — 

A brother hedged with alien speech 
And lacking all interpreter? 

Which knowledge vexes him a space; 

But, while Reproof around him rings. 
He turns a keen untroubled face 

Home, to the instant need of things. 

Enslaved, illogical, elate. 

He greets the embarrassed Gods, nor fears 
To shake the iron hand of Fate 

Or match with Destiny for beers. 

Lo, imperturbable he rules, 
Unkempt, disreputable, vast — 

And, in the teeth of all the schools, 
I — I shall save him at the last! 


I 9 I 7 
The /American Spirit speaks: 

"TO the Judge of Right and JVrong 

IViih Whom fulfilment lies 
Our purpose and our power Mong, 
Our faith and sacrifice. 


Let Freedom's Land rejoice! 

Our andent bonds are riven; 
Once more to us the eternal choice 

Of Good or III is given. 

Not at a little cost, 

Hardljr by prayer or tears, 
Shall we recover the road we lost 

In the drugged and doubting years. 

But, after the fires and the wrath. 

But, after searching and pain, 
His Mercy opens us a path 

To live with ourselves again. 

In the Gates of Death rejoice! 

We see and hold the good — 
Bear witness. Earth, we have made our choice 

With Freedom's brotherhood! 

Then praise the Lord Most High 
Whose Strength hath saved us whole. 

Who bade us choose that the Flesh should die 
And not the livhig Soul! 

To the God in Mart dhplayed— 

Wfuree'er we see that Birth, 
Be loce and understanding paid 

As never yet on earth! 

To the Spirit that moves in Man, 

On tyhom aU worlds depend, 
Be Glory since our tvorld began 

And serviee to the end ! 



(The Commonwealth of Australia^ inauptruUi New Yem^s Df^, 1901) 

pjER hand was still on her sword-hilt, the spur was st£l 

on her heel, 
She had not cast her harness of grey, war-dinted steel; 
High on her red-splashed charger, beautiful, bold, and 

Bright-eyed out of the battle, the Young Queen rode to be 


She came to the Old Queen's presence, in the Hall of Oui 

Thousand Years — 
In the Hall of the Five Free Nations that are peers amon| 

their peers: 
Royal she gave the greeting, loyal she bowed the head. 
Crying — ** Crown me, my Mother!" And the Old Queei 

rose and said: — 

"How can I crown thee further? I know whose standan 

Where the clean surge takes the Leeuwin or the coral barrier 

Blood of our foes on thy bridle, and speech of our friends ii 

thy mouth — 
How can I crown thee further, O Queen of the Sovereign 


'*Let the Five Free Nations witness!" But the Young 

Queen answered swift: — 
**It shall be crown of Our crowning to hold Our crown fori 


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" the days when Our folk were feeble thy sword made sure 
,^^ Our lands: 

^iierefore We come in power to take Our crown at thy 

^d the Old Queen raised and kissed her, and the jealous 

circlet prest, 
AOped with the pearls of the Northland and red with the gold 

of the West, 

Lit with her land's own opals, levin-hearted, alive. 
And the Five-starred Cross above them, for sign of the Na- 
tions Five. 

So It was done in the Presence — in the Hall of Our Thou- 
sand Years, 

In the face of the Five Free Nations that have no peer but 
their peers; 

And the Young Queen out of the Southland kneeled down at 
the Old Queen's knee. 

And asked for a mother's blessing on the excellent years to be. 

And the Old Queen stooped in the stillness where the jewelled 

head drooped low: — 
"Daughter no more but Sister, and doubly Daughter so — 
Mother of many princes — and child of the child I bore. 
What good thing shall I wish thee that I have not wished 

before ? 

Shall I give thee delight in dominion — mere pride of thy 
setting forth? 
f Nay, we be women together — we know what that lust is 
Peace in thy utmost borders, and strength on a road untrod? 
are dealt or diminished at the secret will of God. 


^'I have swayed troublous councils, I am wise in terrible 

Father and son and grandson, I have known the hearts of the 

Kings. , 
Shall I give thee my sleepless wisdom, or the gift all wisdom 

Ay, we be women together — I give thee thy people's love: 

"Tempered, august, abiding, reluctant of prayers or vows, 
Eager in face of peril as thine for thy mother's house. 
God requite thee, my Sister, through the excellent years to be, 
And make thy people to love thee as thou hast loved me!" 



" To our prixtaie Uute^ there is always something a Ride exeiic, 
Jicialy in songs whichy under an English aspect and dress ^ are yei so muuufesdj 
the product of other skies. They affect us like translations; the veryjmatmm aid 
flora are alien^ remote; the dog^s-tooth violet is hut an ill suhstitutefor tke rathe 
primrose, nor can we ever helieve that the tvood-rohin sings as sweetly in April as 
the English thrush." The AiHEKiEUM. 

^UY my English posies! 

Kent and Surrey may — 
Violets of the Undercliff 

Wet with Channel spray; 
Cowslips from a Devon combe — 

Midland furze afire — 
Buy my English posies 

And ril sell your heart's desire ! 

Buy my English posies! 

You that scorn the May, 
Won't you greet a friend from home 

Half the world away ? 

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Green against the draggled drift. 

Faint and frail and first — 
Buy my Northern blood-root 
And rU know where you were nursed! 
bin down the logging-road whistles, ''Come to me!" 
ing has found the maple-grove, the sap is running free, 
the winds of Canada call the ploughing-rain. 
e the flower and turn the hour, and kiss your love again! 

Buy my English posies! 

Here's to match your need — 
Buy a tuft of royal heath. 

Buy a bunch of weed 
White as sand of Muisenberg 

Spun before the gale — 
Buy my heath and lilies 
And ril tell you whence you hail! 
tr hot Cons tan tia broad the vineyards lie — 
»ned and thorned the aching berg props the speckless 

sky — 
below the Wynberg firs trails the tilted wain — 
I the flower and turn the hour, and kiss your love again! 

Buy my English posies! 

You that will not turn — 
Buy my hot-wood clematis. 

Buy a frond o' fern 
Gathered where the Erskine leaps 

Down the road to Lome — 
Buy my Christmas creeper 
And rU say where you were born ! 
r away from Melbourne dust holidays begin — 
r that mock at Paradise woo at Cora Lynn — 
»tigh the great South Otway gums sings the great South 

Main — 
I the flower and turn the hour, and kiss your love again ! 


Buy my English posies! 

Here's your choice unsold! 
Buy a blood-red myrtle-bloom. 

Buy the kowhai's gold 
Flung for gift on Taupo's face. 

Sign that spring is come — 
Buy my clinging myrtle 
And rU give you back your home! 
Broom behind the windy town, pollen of the pine — 
Bell-bird in the leafy deep where the raias twine — 
Fern above the saddle-bow, flax upon the plain — 
Take the flower and turn the hour, and kiss your love agsun! 

Buy my English posies! 

Ye that have your own 
Buy them for a brother's sake 

Overseas, alone! 
Weed ye trample underfoot 
Floods his heart abrim — 
Bird ye never heeded. 
Oh, she calls his dead to him! 
Far and far our homes are set round the Seven Seas; 
Woe for us if we forget, we who hold by these! 
Unto each his mother-beach, bloom and bird and land — 
Masters of the Seven Seas, oh, love and understand! 


I 894 

T^T^E'VE drunk to the Queen — God bless her! — 

We've drunk to our mothers' land; 
We've drunk to our English brother, 
(But he does not understand); • 

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We've drunk to the wide creation. 
And the Cross swings low for the mom, 

Last toast, and of Obligation, 
A health to the Native-born! 

nrhey change their skies above them. 

But not their hearts that roam! 
"We learned from our wistful mothers 

To call old England "home"; 
"We read of the English sky-lark. 

Of the spring in the English lanes, 
IBut we screamed with the painted lories 

As we rode on the dusty plains! 

They passed with their old-world legends — 

Their tales of wrong and dearth — 
^3ur fathers held by purchase, 

But we by the right of birth; 
^>ir heart's where they rocked our cradle, 

Our love where we spent our toil, 
«^nd our faith and our hope and our honour 

We pledge to our native soil ! 

charge you charge your glasses — 

I charge you drink with me 
b the men of the Four New Nations, 

And the Islands of the Sea — 
b the last least lump of coral 

That none may stand outside, 
-^^nd our own good pride shall teach us 

To praise our comrade's pride. 

b the hush of the breathless morning 

On the thin, tin, crackling roofs, 
b the haze of the burned back-ranges 

And the dust of the shoeless hoofs — *^ 


To the risk of a death by drowning. 
To the risk of a death by droudi — 

To the men of a million acres, 
To the Sons of the Golden South! 

To the Sons of the GoUen South {Stand up I), 

And the life we Hoe and know. 
Let a fellow sing o' the little things he eares about. 
If a fellow fights for the little things he eares aiout 

ffith the weight of a single blow ! 

To the smoke of a hundred coasters. 

To the sheep on a thousand hills. 
To the sun that never blisters, 

To the rain that never chills — 
To the land of the waiting springtime. 

To our five-meal, meat-fed men, 
To the tall, deep-bosomed women, 

And the children nine and tent 

And the children nine and ten {Stand up !), 

And the life we live and know. 
Let a fellow sing o' the little things he eares about. 
If a fellow fights for the little things he eares about, 

If^iih the weigh/ of a twofold blow I 

To the far-flung, fenceless prairie 

Where the quick cloud-shadows trail, 
To our neighbour's barn in the offing 

And the line of the new-cut rail; 
To the plough in her league-long furrow 

With the grey Lake gulls behind — 
To the weight of a half-year's winter 

And the warm wet western wind! 

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To the home of the floods and thunder, 

To her pale dry healing blue — 
To the lift of the great Cape combers. 

And the smell of the baked Karroo. 
To the growl of the sluicing stamp-head — 

To the reef and the water-gold, 
To the last and the largest Empire, 

To the map that is half unrolled! 

To our dear dark foster-mothers. 

To the heathen songs they sung — 
To the heathen speech we babbled 

Ere we came to the white man's tongue. 
To the cool of our deep verandas — 

To the blaze of our jewelled main. 
To the night, to the palms in the moonlight. 

And the fire-fly in the cane! 

To the hearth of Our People's Peopl 

To her well-ploughed windy sea, 
To the hush of our dread high-altar 

Where The Abbey makes us We. 
To the grist of the slow-ground ages. 

To the gain that is yours and mine 
To the Bank of the Open Credit, 

To the Power-house of the Line! 

"We've drunk to the Queen — God bless her! 

We've drunk to our mothers' land; 
"We've drunk to our English brother 

(And we hope he'll understand), 
"^c've drunk as much as we're able, 

And the Cross swings low for the morn; 

^t toast — and your foot on the table! — 

A health to the Native-born ! 


A health to the Native-bom {Stand up /), 

fVeWe six white men aroWy 
All bound to sing 6* the little things we care aioui. 
All bound to fight for the little things we care about 

JVith the weight of a six-fold blow I 
By the might of our cable-tow {Take hands /), 

From the Orkneys to the Horn 
All round the world {and a little loop to pull it by)^ 
All round the world {and a little strap to buckle it), 
A health to the Native-bom ! 



npHERE'S a Legion that never was 'listed. 

That carries no colours or crest. 
But, split in a thousand detachments, 

Is breaking the road for the rest. 
Our fathers they left us their blessing — 

They taught us, and groomed us, and crammed; 
But we've shaken the Clubs and the Messes 

To go and find out and be damned 

(Dear boys!). 

To go and get shot and be damned. 

So some of us chivvy the slaver, 

And some of us cherish the black, 
And some of us hunt on the Oil Coast, 

And some on the Wallaby track: 
And some of us drift to Sarawak, 

And some of us drift up The Fly, 
And some share our tucker with tigers, 

And some with the gentle Masai, 

(Dear boysO, 

Take tea with the giddy Masai. 

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We've painted The Islands vermilion, 

WeVe pearled on half-shares in the Bay, 
liVeVe shouted on seven-ounce nuggets, 

WeVe starved on a Seedee boy's pay; 
"We've laughed at the world as we found it, — 

Its women and cities and men — 
Trom Sayyid Burgash in a tantrum 

To the smoke-reddened eyes of Loben, 

(Dear boys!), 

WeVe a little account with Loben. 

*^Jhe ends of the Earth were our portion, 
_ The ocean at large was our share. 
^There was never a skirmish to windward 
But the Leaderless Legion was there: 
es, somehow and somewhere and always 
We were first when the trouble began, 
rom a lottery-row in Manila, 
To an I.D.B. race on the Pan 

(Dear boys!), 
With the Mounted Police on the Pan. 

We preach in advance of the Army, 

We skirmish ahead of the Church, 
With never a gunboat to help us 

When we're scuppered and left in the lurch. 
But we know as the cartridges finish, 

And we're filed on our last little shelves. 
That the Legion that never was 'listed 

Will send us as good as ourselves 

(Good men!), 

Rve hundred as good as ourselves! 

224 RUr^xiL. wiNCS VERSE 

Then a health (we must drink it in whispers), 

To our wholly unauthorized hotde — 
To the line of our dusty ferelooper^ 
The Gentlemen Rovers abroad — 
Yes, a health to oursdlves ere we scatter, 

For the stefuner won't wait fcr die traJm, 
And the Legion that never was listed 
Goes back into quarters again 

Goes back under canvas again. 

The swag and the billy again. 

Here's how! 
The trail and the pacldunse again. 

The trek and the lager again! 


I 8 

\A^E*RE not so old in the Army List, 

But we're not so young at our trade. 
For we had the honour at Fontenoy 

Of meeting the Guards* Brigade. 
Twas Lally, Dillon, Bulkeley, Clare, 

And Lee that led us then, 
And after a hundred and seventy years 
We're fighting for France again! 
Old Days ! The wild geese are flighting^ 

Head to the storm as they faced it before ! 
For where there are Irish there* s bound to be fightings 
And when there's no fightings it's Ireland no more I 

Ireland no mort I 


tie fashion's all for khaki now, 

But (Nice through France we went 
«jll-dre9aed in scarlet Army cloth, 

The English— left at Ghent. 
~hey're fighting on our side to-day 

But, bcrorc they changed their clothes, 
The half of Europe knew our fame, 
M all of Ireland knows! 
OiJ Dayi ! The wiU geese arefiying. 

Head to the itorm as they faced it before ! 
For where there are Irish there's memory undying. 
And when we forget, it is Ireland no more ! 

Ireland no 

FfTO Barry Wood to Gouzeaucourt, 

From Boyne to Pilkem Ridge, 
The ancient days come back no more 

Thin water under the bridge. 
Bu[ the bridge it stands and the water runs 

As red as yesterday, 
And the Irish move to the sound of the guns 
like ulmon to the sea. 
Old Days I The wild geese are ranging. 

Head to the storm as they faced it before I 
For where there are Irish their hearts are unchanging, 
.Ind when they are changed, it is Ireland no more ! 

Ireland no more ! 

^t'n not so old in the Army List, 
But we're not so new in the ring, 
'or we earned our packs with Marshal Saxe 

Klien Louis was our King. 
Alt Douglas Haig's our Marshal now 
And we're King George's men. 


And after one hundred and seventy years 
We're fighting for France again! 
Ahy France ! And did we stand by you, 

fVhen life was made splendid with gifts and 
Ah^ France I And will we deny you 

In the hour of your agony. Mother of Swords t 
Old Days ! The wild geese as^ flighting. 

Head to the storm as they faced it before ! 
For where there are Irish there* s looing andfl^itbi[, 
And when we stop either, it*s Ireland no more I 

Ireland m 



". . . Consider that the meritorious services of the Sergeant Infi^^ 
attached to the Egyptian Army have been inadequately acknowledged' • * ' 
To the excellence of their work is mainly due the great improvement 1^ 
taken place in the soldiers of H.H. the Khedive. " 

Extract moM LeT^^ 

CAID England unto Pharaoh, **I must make a man or • 

That will stand upon his feet and play the game; 
That will Maxim his oppressor as a Christian ought to 
And she sent old Pharaoh Sergeant Whatisname. 
It was not a Duke nor Earl, nor yet a ^ijcount— 

It was not a big brass General that came; 
But a man in khaki kit who could handle men a bif^ 
With his bedding labelled Sergeant Whatisname. 

Said England unto Pharaoh, "Though at present sin^^ 

You shall hum a proper tune before it ends," 
And she introduced old Pharaoh to the Sergeant once for^ 

And left *em in the desert making friends. 

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It was not a Crystal Palace nor Cathedral; 

It was not a public-house of common fame; 
But a piece of red-hot sand, with a palm on either hand, 

And a little hut for Sergeant Whatisname. 

Said England unto Pharaoh, ''You've had miracles before, 

When Aaron struck your rivers into blood; 
But if you watch the Sergeant he can show you something 
He's a charm for making riflemen from mud." 
It was neither Hindustani, French, nor Coptics; 

It was odds and ends and leavings of the same. 

Translated by a stick (which is really half the trick), 

And Pharaoh harked to Sergeant Whatisname. 

(There were years that no one talked of; there were times of 
horrid doubt — 
There was faith and hope and whacking and despair — 
^"Kile the Sergeant gave the Cautions and he combed old 
Pharaoh out, 
And England didn't seem to know nor care. 

That is England's awful way o* doing business — 

She would serve her God (or Gordon) just the same — 
For she thinks her Empire still is the Strand and HoU 
bom Hill, 

And she didn't think of Sergeant Whatisname.) 


Said England to the Sergeant, "You can let my people go!" 

(England used 'em cheap and nasty from the start), 
A.nd they entered 'em in battle on a most astonished foe — 
But the Sergeant he had hardened Pharaoh's heart 
Which was broke, along of all the plagues of Egypt, 
Three thousand years before the Sergeant came — 
And he mended it again in a little more than ten, 
nil Pharaoh fought like Sergeant Whatisname. 


It was wicked bad campaigning (cheap and nasty from the 
There was heat and dust and coolie-work and sun. 
There were vipers, flies, and sandstorms, there was cholen 
and thirst, 
But Pharaoh done the best he ever done. 

Down the desert, down the railway, down the river, 

Like Israelites from bondage so he came, 
Tween the clouds o* dust and fire to the land of M* 
And his Moses, it was Sergeant Whatisname! 

We are eating dirt in handfuls for to save our d«Iy btt*^' 
Which we have to buy from those that hate us most, . * 
And we must not raise the money where the Sergeant r^ 
the dead, 
And it's wrong and bad and dangerous to boast. 
But he did it on the cheap and on the quiet, 
And he's not allowed to forward any claim — . 

Though he drilled a black man white, though he m^^ 
mummy fight, 
He will still continue Sergeant Whatisname — 
Private, Corporal, Colour-Sergeant, and Instructor 
But the everlasting miracle's the same! 


I 8 9 I 

TPHERE were thirty million English who talked of Eng- 
land's might, 

There were twenty broken troopers who lacked a bed for the 

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They had ndther food nor money, they had neither service 

nor trade; 
They were only shiftless soldiers, the last of the Ijght Brigade. 

They felt that life was fleering; they knew not that art was 

That though they were dying of famine, they lived in death- 
less song. 

They asked for a little money to keep the wolf from the door; 

And the thirty million English sent twenty pounds and four! 

''hey laid their heads together that were scarred and lined 

and gray; 
•^een were the Russian sabres, but want was keener than 

* nd an old troop sergeant muttered, "Let us go to the man 

who writes 
'^he things on Balaclava the kiddies at school recites." 

^hcy went without bands or colours, a regiment ten-file 

' o look for the Master-singer who had crowned them all in 

his song; 
-^nd, waiting his servant's order, by the garden gate they 

'^ desdatc little cluster, the last of the Light Brigade. 

tVy strove to Stand to attention, to straighten the toil- 
bowed back; 

I^Hcy drilled on an empty stomach, the loose-kntt flies fell 

'''Ith Kooping of weary shoulders, in garments tattered and 

^Vy diambled into his presence, the last of the Light Bri- 


The old troop sergeant was spokesman, and '^Beggin' your 

pardon," he said, 
"You wrote o' the Light Brigade, sir. Here's all that isn't 

An' it's all come true what you wrote, sir, regardin' the mouth 

of hell; 
For we're all of us nigh to the workhouse, an' we thought we'd 

call an' tell. 

"No, thank you, we don't want food, sir; but couldn't you 

take an' write 
A sort of *to be continued' and 'see next page' o' the fight? 
We think that someone has blundered, an* couldn't you tell 

'em how? 
You wrote we were heroes once, sir. Please, write we are 

starving now." 

The poor little army departed, limping and lean and forlorn. 
And the heart of the Master-singer grew hot with "the scorn 

of scorn." 
And he wrote for them wonderful verses that swept the land 

like flame, 
Till the fatted souls of the English were scourged with the 

thing called Shame. 

O thirty million English that babble of England's might, 
Behold there are twenty heroes who lack their food to-night; 
Our children's children are lisping to " honour the charge they 

made — " 
And we leave to the streets and the workhouse the charge of 

the Light Brigade! 


Btinj I Iratulalion ef Iht song Ihal xotti maJt kj a MeAamnuJan school- 
itslir tf BniaJ It^aiOrj (tome time on lervitt at Suakim) vhen kt heard that 
Kikhnur av imking money Jrom the Enj/ish it huild a MaJrissa /or Hui- 
ii«j— «r a teUtifJor the Sudantil. 

QH HUBSHEE, carry your shoes in your hand and bow 

your head on your breast! 
This is the message of Kitchener who did not break you in 

It was pennitted to him to fulfil the long-appointed years; 
Reaching the end ordained of old over your dead Emirs. 

Ht stamped only before your walls, and the Tomb ye knew 

was dust: 
He gathered up under his armpits all the swords of your 

He Jet a guard on your granaries, securing the weak from 

the strong: 
He said: — "Go work the waterwheels that were abolished so 

He laid: — "Go safely, being abased. I have accomplished 

my vow." 
That was the mercy of Kitchener. Cometh his madness now ! 
He does not desire as ye desire, nor devise as ye devise: 
He is preparing a second host — an army to make you wise. 

^01 It the mouth of his clean-lipped guns shall ye learn his 

name again, 
*"' letter by letter, from Kaf to Kaf, at the mouths of his 

chosen men. 




He has gone back to his own city, not seeking presents ^ 

But openly asking the English for money to buy you Hiki^ 

and scribes. 

LTsSt - 

Knowing that ye are forfeit by battle and have no liglit 

He begs for money to bring you learning — and all the 

lish give. 
It is their treasure — it is their pleasure — thus are 

hearts inclined: 
For Allah created the English mad — the maddett of 




They do not consider the Meaning of Things; they OQUalt 

creed nor clan. 
Behold, they clap the slave on the back, and behold^ he 

a man! 


They terribly carpet the earth with dead, and befare 

cannon cool, 
They walk unarmed by twos and threes to call the Hviiig 


How is this reason (which is their reason) to judge a scholar's 

By casting a ball at three straight sticks and defending the 

same with a fourth? 
But this they do (which is doubtless a spell) and other matters 

more strange. 
Until, by the operation of years, the hearts of their scholars 



Till these make come and go great boats or engines upon die 

(But always the English watch near by to prop them when 

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Till these make laws of their own choice and Judges of their 

own blood; 
And all the mad English obey the Judges and say that that 

Law is good. 

Certainly they were mad from of old; but I think one new 

'hat the magic whereby they work their magic — wherefrom 

their fortunes spring — 
'^lay be that they show all peoples their magic and ask no 

price in return. 
"Tierelorc, since ye are bond to that magic, O Hubshee, make 

haste and learn! 

^^taifily also is Kitchener mad. But one sure thing I 

know — 
If nc ^^ho broke you be minded to teach you, to his Madrissa 

^ ^rid carry your shoes in your hand and bow your head 

on your breast, 
*'or K^ who did not slay you in sport, he will not teach you 

in jest. 


I 9 I 4 

U£ passed in the very battle-smoke 
Of the war that he had descried. 
Three hundred mile of cannon spoke 
When the Master-Gunner died. 

He passed to the very sound of the guns; 

But, before his eye grew dim, 
He had seen the faces of the sons 

Whose sires had served with him. 


He had touched their sword-hilts and greete- 
With the old sure word of pnuse; 

And there was virtue in touch and speech 
As it had been in old days. 

So he dismissed them and took his rest. 
And the steadfast spirit went forth 

Between the adoring East and West 
And the tireless guns of the North. 

Clean, simple, valiant, well-beloved. 

Flawless in faith and fame, 
Whom neither ease nor honours moved 

An hairVbreadth from his aim. 

Never again the war-wise face. 
The weighed and urgent word 

That pleaded in the market-place — 
Pleaded and was not heard! 

Yet from his life a new life springs 
Through all the hosts to come. 

And Glory is the least of things 
That follow this man home. 


I 9 o I 

"... and will supply details to guard the Blood Rioer Bridge,** 
District Orders — Lines of Communication. South African War. 

CUDDEN the desert changes, 

The raw glare softens and clings. 
Till the aching Oudtshoorn ranges 
Stand up like the thrones of Kings — 

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Ramparts of slaughter and peril — 

Blazing^ amazing, aglow — 
TTwixt the sky-line's belting beryl 

And the wine-dark flats below. 

Royal the pageant closes, 
Lit by the last of the sun — 

Opal and ash-of-roses. 
Cinnamon, umber, and dun. 

The twilight swallows the thicket. 
The starlight reveals the ridge. 

The whistle shrills to the picket — 
We are changing guard on the bridge. 

ne — 

(Few, forgotten and lonely, 
Where the empty metals shi 

No, not combatants — only 
Details guarding the line.) 

We slip through the broken panel 
Of fence by the ganger's shed; 

We drop to the waterless channel 
And the lean track overhead; 

We stumble on refuse of rations. 
The beef and the biscuit-tins; 

We take our appointed stations. 
And the endless night begins. 

We hear the Hottentot herders 
As the sheep click past to the fold— 

And the click of the restless girders 
As the steel contracts in the cold — 


Voices of jackals calling 
And, loud in the hush betw 

A morsel of dry earth falling 

From the flanks of the scarred ravine. 


And the solemn firmament marches. 
And the i f heaven rise 

Framed thn le iron arches — 

Banded a.™ . red by the ties, 

Till we fee! th track hu 

And we see nr headlight _ 

And we gather 1 wait her coming- 
The wonderful north-bound train. 

(Few, foi^cten and lonely. 

Where the white car-windows shine — 
No, not combatants — only 

Details guarding the line.) 

Quick, ere the gift escape usi 
Out of the darkness we reach 

For a handful of week-old papers 
And a mouthful of human speech. 

And the monstrous heaven rejoices, 

And the earth allows again. 
Meetings, greetii^s, and voices 

Of women talking with men. 

So we return to our places, 
As out on the bridge she rolls; 

And the darkness covers our faces. 
And the darkness re-enters our souls. 


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More than a little lonely 

Where the lessening tail-lights shine. 
No — not combatants — only 

Details guarding the line! 


T IVED a woman wonderful, 

(May the Lord amend her!) 
Neither simple, kind, nor true, 
But her Pagan beauty drew 
Christian gentlemen a few 
Hotly to attend her. 

Chris i tan gentlemen a few 
From Berwick unto Dover; 

For she was South Africa^ 

And she was South Africa^ 

She was Our South Africa^ 
Africa all over ! 

Half her land was dead with drouth, 

Half was red with battle; 
She was fenced with fire and sword 
Plague on pestilence outpoured, 
Locusts on the greening sward 
And murrain on the cattle! 

True^ ah true^ and overtrue. 

That is why we love her ! 
For she is South Africa^ 
And she is South Africa^ 
She is Our South Africa^ 

Africa all over ! 


Bitter hard her lovers toiled. 

Scandalous their payment, — 

Food forgot on trains derailed; 1 

Cattle-dung where fuel failed; I 

Water where the mules had staled; 

And sackcloth for their raiment! 

So she filled thdr moadu with dust 
And their bonei widi fever; 

Greeted them with cruel lies; 

Treated ' them de«|Mts|ul-wiii^ . 

Meted.them c«lagiitn» 
Till they vowed to leave herl 

They took ship and they took sail. 

Raging, from her borders — 
In a little, none the less, 
They format their sore duresse. 
They forgave her waywardness 
And returned forordersl 

They esteemed her favour more 
Than a Throne's foundation. 

For the glory of her face 

Bade farewell to breed and race — 

Yea, and made their burial-place 
Altar of a Nation! 

Wherefore, being bought by blood. 

And by blood restored 
To the arms that nearly lost, 
She, because of all she cost. 
Stands, a very woman, most 

Perfect and adored 1 

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On yourfeety and lei them know 

This is why we love her ! 
For she is South Africa^ 
She is Our South Africay 
Is Our Own South Africay 

Africa all over ! 



(C. 7* Rhodes y buried in the MatoppoSy April lo, 1902) 

\X7'HEN that great Kings return to clay, 
^ ^ Or Emperors in their pride, 
Grief of a day shall fill a day. 

Because its creature died. 
But we — we reckon not with those 

Whom the mere Fates ordain. 
This Power that wrought on us and goes 

Back to the Power again. 

Dreamer devout, by vision led 
Beyond our guess or reach, 

The travail of his spirit bred 
Cities in place of speech. 

So huge the all-mastering thought that drove- 
So brief the term allowed — 

Nations, not words, he linked to prove 
His faith before the crowd. 

It is his will that he look forth 

Across the world he won — 
The granite of the ancient North — 

Great spaces washed with sun. 

There shall he palieoi: wfcejlfajwt 
(Ab whai dw Dea^ hednecOi 

And there ainit a pppfde'l feet. 
In die padM th^^ pRpMjed. 

There, till the viwta he feretaw 

Splendid and iriwk ariae, 
And tmimasiiwd Enpiiet draw 

To oouneil 'neadi U» ^ei. 
The immenie and bfoocfing Spirit adH 

Shall quicken and oontroL 
Living he was die land, and dead. 

ISs soul diall be her sottll 


(in MEMORIAM, JOSEPH chamberlain) 

I 904 

"And Joseph dreamed a dream, utd he ttdd it hit brethrca and the; 
him yet the more." — Gtntiit xxmi. j. 

QH YE who hold the written due 

To all save all unwritten things^ 
And, half a league behind, pursue 

The accomplished Fact with flouts and flings. 
Look! To your knee your baby brings 

The oldest tale since Earth began — 
The answer to your worryings: 
"Onct en a time there was a Man" 


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^e, single-handed, met and slew 
Magicians, Armies, Ogres, Kings, 
lonely 'mid his doubting crew — 
**In all the loneliness of wings" — 
He fed the flame, he filled the springs, 

He locked the ranks, he launched the van 
Straight at the grinning Teeth of Things. 
*'Once on a time /here was a Many 

e peace of shocked Foundations flew 
^Before his ribald questionings, 
i broke the Oracles in two, 
-^nd bared the paltry wires and strings. 

e headed desert wanderings; 

He led his soul, his cause, his clan 

little from the ruck of Things. 

**Once on a time there was a Man'' 

rones. Powers, Dominions block the view 
"^\^ith episodes and underlings — 

e meek historian deems them true 
^iNor heeds the song that Clio sings — 
^^he simple central truth that stings 
The mob to boo, the priest to ban; 
'things never yet created things — 
''Once on a time there was a Man,'* 

Vx)lt is fallen from the blue. 

wakened realm full circle swings 
ere Dothan's dreamer dreams anew 
^Of vast and farborne harvestings; 
-^nd unto him an Empire clings 

That grips the purpose of his plan, 
^^y Lords, how think you of these things? 
Once — in our time — is there a Man ? 




(SoiUh Affkan Wm' tniei^ Mmy^ 1902) 

pjERE^ where my fresh-turned furrows run. 

And the deep soil glistens red, 
I will repair the wrong that was done 

To the living and the dead. 
Here, where the senseless bullet fell. 

And the barren shrapnel burst, 
I will plant a tree, I will dig a well. 

Against the heat and the thirst. 

Here, in a large and a sunlit land, 

Where no wrong bites to the bone, 
I will lay my hand in my neighbour's hand. 

And together we will atone 
For the set folly and the red breach 

And the black waste of it all; 
Giving and taking counsel each 

Over the cattle-kraal. 

Here will we join against our foes — 

The hailstroke and the storm. 
And the red and rustling cloud that blows 

The locust's mile-deep swarm. 
Frost and murrain and floods let loose 

Shall launch us side by side 
In the holy wars that have no truce 

'Twixt seed and harvest-tide. 

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Earth, where we rode to slay or be slain, 

Our love shall redeem unto life. 
We will gather and lead to her lips again 

The waters of ancient strife, 
From the far and fiercely guarded streams 

And the pools where we lay in wait. 
Till the com cover our evil dreams 

And the young corn our hate. 

And when we bring old fights to mind. 

We will not remember the sin — 
If there be blood on his head of my kind. 

Or blood on my head of his kin — 
For the ungrazed upland, the untilled lea 

Cry, and the fields forlorn: 
The dead must bury their dead, but ye- 

Ye serve an host unborn." 


Hless then, Our God, the new-yoked plough 

And the good beasts that draw, 
*'\nd the bread we eat in the sweat of our brow 

According to Thy Law. 
-After us Cometh a multitude — 

Prosper the work of our hands, 
"Xliat we may feed with our land's food 

The folk of all our lands! 

I^ere, in the waves and the troughs of the plains, 

Wliere the healing stillness lies. 
And the vast, benignant sky restrains 

And the long days make wise — 
Bless to our use the rain and the sun 

And the blind seed in its bed. 
That we may repair the wrong that was done 

To the living and the dead! 






r^OD gave all men all earth to lov€» 

But since our hearts ate small. 
Ordained for each one spot should prove 

Beloved over all; 
That, as He watched Creation's birth. 

So we, in oodlike mood. 
May of our bve create our earth 

^d see that it is good. 

So one shall Baltic pines content. 

As one some Surrey glade. 
Or one the palm-grove's droned lament 

Before Levuka's Trade. 
Each to his choice, and I rejoice 

The lot has fallen to me 
In a fair ground — in a fair ground — 

Yea, Sussex by the sea! 

No tender-hearted garden crowns. 

No bosomed woods adorn 
Our blunt, bow-headed, whale-backed Downs, 

But gnarled and writhen thorn — 
Bare slopes where chasing shadows skim. 

And, through the gaps revealed. 
Belt upon belt, the wooded, dim. 

Blue goodness of the Weald. 

Clean of officious fence or hedge, 

Half-wild and wholly tame. 
The wise turf cloaks the white cliff edge 

As when the Romans came. 

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Vlhmt sign of those that fought and died 

At shut of sword and sword? 
The barrow and the camp abide, 

The sunlight and the sward. 

Here leaps ashore the full Sou 'west 

All heavv-winged with brine. 
Here lies above the folded crest 

The Channel's leaden line; 
And here the sea-fogs lap and cling, 

And here, each warning each, 
The sheep-bells and the ship-bells ring 

Along the hidden beach. 

We have no waters to delight 

Our broad and brookless vales — 
Onlv the dewpond on the height 

l/nfed, that never fails — 
Whereby no tattered herbage tells ' 

Which way the season flies — 
Only our close-bit thyme that smells 

Like dawn in Paradise. 

Here through the strong and shadeless days 

The tinkling silence thrills; 
Or little, lost, Down churches praise 

The Lord who made the hills: 
But here the Old Gods guard their round. 

And, in her secret heart. 
The heathen kingdom Wilfrid found 

Dreams, as she dwells, apart. 

Though all the rest were all my share, 

WiA equal soul I'd see 
Her nine-and-thirtv sisters fair. 

Yet none more fair than she. 


Choose ye your need from Thames to Tweed, 

And I will choose instead 
Such lands as lie 'twixt Rake and Rye, 

Black Down and Beachy Head. 

I will go out against the sun 

Where the rolled scarp retires, 
And the Long Man of Wilmington 

Looks naked toward the shires; 
And east till doubling Rother crawb 

To find the fickle tide. 
By dry and sea-fbigotten walls, 

Our ports of stranded pride. 

I will go north about the shaws 

And the deep ghylls that breed 
Huge oaks and old, the which we hold 

No more than Sussex weed; 
Or south where windy Piddinghoe's 

Begildcd dolphin veers 
And red beside wide-banked Ousc 

Lie down our Sussex steers. 

So to the land our hearts we give 

Till the sure magic strike. 
And Memory, Use, and Love make live 

Us and our fields alike — 
That deeper than our speech and thought. 

Beyond our reason's sway, 
Clay of the pit whence we were wrought 

Yearns to its fellow-clay. 

God pves all men all earth to love, 
Bui since man's heart is small. 

Ordains Jor each one spot shall prove 
Belooed ooer aU. 

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Each to his choice^ and I rejoice 

The lot has fallen to me 
In a fair ground — in a fair ground — 

JVtf, Sussex by the sea! 


I 9 I 4 - I 8 

U AVE you news of my boy Jack?" 

* * Not this tide. 

"When d'you think that he'll come back?" 
Sot with this wind blowingy and this tide. 

'*Has any one else had word of him?" 

Not this tide, 
-f^or what is sunk will hardly swim^ 

Not with this wind blowings and this tide. 

**0h, dear, what comfort can I find?" 

None this tidcy 

Nor any tidCy 
Except he did not shame his kind — 

Not even with that wind blowings and that tide. 

Then hold your head up all the morcy 

This tidCy 

And every tide; 
Because he was the son you bore. 

And gave to that wind blowing and that tide ! 


AUitftfnm aU ■»# fc^ii 

(Wilkauael Whkmiael) 
**I» h wdl wtdi tke duld, B it «dl?" 

XBt WUBK li mllB I UUfUL 

"Per I kimr not km b Wi^ 
And I knoir not where he ii Ind." 

A Star stood forth in Hetpen; 

The Watchers ran to see 
Tie Sign of the Promise pten — 

"But there comes no riga to me. 

(To me! To me!) 
"My child died in the dark. 

Is it well mth the child, is it well? 
There was none to tend htm ch- mark. 

And I know not how He fell." 

The Cross was raised on high; 

The Mother grieved hesid^^ 
"But the MotJier saw Him die 

And took Him when He died. 

(He died! HediedQ 
"Seemly and undefiled 

His burial-place was made— 
Is it well, is it well with the child? 

For I know not where he is lud." 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 249 

On the dawning of Easier Day 

Comes Mary Magdalene; 
Bui ihe Sione was rolled away. 

And the Body was not within — 

(Within! Within!) 
"Ah, who will answer my word? 

The broken mother prayed. 
"They have taken away my Lord, 

And I know not where He is laid/' 

" The Star stands forth in Heaven. 

The watchers watch in vain 
For Sign of the Promise given 

Of peace on Earth again — 

(Again! Again!) 
"But I know for Whom he fell"— 

The steadfast mother smiled, 
"Is it well with the child — is it well? 

It is well — it is well with the child! 




{Far the Nurses who died in the South African Win) 

^^^O recalls the twilight and the rangM tents in order 

(Violet peaks uplifted through the crystal evening air ?) 

^^d the clink of iron teacups and the piteous, noble laughter. 

And the faces of the Sisters with the dust upon their hair? 

^^ow and not hereafter, while the breath is in our nostrils. 
Now and not hereafter, ere the meaner years go by — 

^"^<t us now remember many honourable women. 

Such as bade us turn again when we were like to die.) 


Who recalls the morning and the thunder through the foot- 
(Tufts of fleecy shrapnel strung along the empty plains?) 
And the sun-scarred RedXross coaches creeping gutfdcd to 
the culvert. 
And the faces of the Sisters looidng gravely from the trains- 

(Wlien the daj-s were torment and the nights were cloudfi^ 
Wlien the Powers of Darkness had dominion on our soa)^' 
Wlien we fled consuming through the Seven Hells of Feve^^ 
These put out their hands to us and healed and made ^ 

Wlio recalls the midnight by the bridge's wrecked abutme#^ 
(Autumn rain that rattled like a Maxim on the tin?) 

And the lightning-dazzled levels and the streaming, stnunir^ — 
And the faces of the Sisters as they bore the wounded icT^ 

(Till the pain was merciful and stunned us into silence — 
When each nerve cried out on God that nuule the misuse^ 
When the Body triumphed and the last poor shame d^ 
parted — 
These abode our agonies and wiped the sweat away.) 

Who recalls the noontide and the funerals through the mark^ 
(Blanket-hidden bodies, flagless, followed by the flies?) 

And the footsore firing-party, and the dust and stench an^ 
And the faces of the Sisters and the glory in their eyes? 

(Bold behind the battle, in the open camp all-hallowed. 
Patient, wise, and mirthful in the ringed and reeking town, 

These endured unresting till they rested from their labours- 
Little wasted bodies, ah, so light to lower down!) 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 251 

t their graves are scattered and their names are clean for- 
Sarth shall not remember, but the Waiting Angel knows 
em that died at Uitvlugt when the plague was on the city — 
ier that fell at Simon's Town in service on our foes. 

hcrefore we they ransomed^ while the breath is in our nostrilsy 
Now and not hereafter — ere the meaner years go by — 
aise with love and worship many honourable womeny 
Those that gave their lives for us when we were like to die ! 



A FOOL there was and he made his prayer 

(Even as you and I !) 
To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair 
(We called her the woman who did not care) 
But the fool he called her his lady fair — 
(Even as you and I !) 

Ohy the years we waste and the tears we waste 
And the work of our head and hand 
Belong to the woman who did not know 
{And now we know that she never could know) 
And did not understand ! 

A fool there was and his goods he spent 

(Even as you and I !) 

Honour and faith and a sure intent 

(And it wasn't the least what the lady meant) 

But a fool must follow his natural bent 

(Even as you and I !) 


Ohf the toil we lost and the spoil we lost 
And the excellent things we planned 
Belong to the woman who dtdnU know why 
{And now we know that she never knew why) 
And did not understand ! 

The fool was stripped to his foolish hide 

(Even as you and I !) 

Which she might have seen when she threw him a^de— 

(But it isn't on record the lady tried) 

So some of him lived but the most of him died — 

(Even as you and I !) 

** And it isnU the shame and it isn*t the blame 
That stings like a white hot brand — 
It*s coming to know that she never knew why 
(Seeingy at lasty she could never know why) 
And never could understand ! " 


I 8 9 I 

jihove the portico aflag-staf h€4ar%ng the Union Jsck, remained JlttUinn^ 
Jhe flames for some time, bui uliimaiely when it felithe crowds rent the mr 
jhouts, and seemed to see significance in the incident. 

Daily Papeks^ 

\\7'INDS of the World, give answer! They are whiru- 

pering to and fro — 
And what should they know of England who only England 

know ? — 
The poor little street-bred people that vapour and fume and 

They are lifting their heads in the stillness to yelp at the 

English Flag! 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 253 

^^st wc borrow a clout from the Boer — to plaster anew with 

^ Irish liar's bandage, or an English coward's shirt? 
^e may not speak of England; her Flag's to sell or share, 
^hat is the Flag of England ? Winds of the World, declare ! 

[Tie North Wind blew: — "From Bergen my steel-shod van- 
guards go; 

I chase your lazy whalers home from the Disko floe. 

By the great North Lights above me I work the will of God, 

^d the liner splits on the ice-field or the Dogger fills with 

l barred my gates with iron, I shuttered my doors with 

because to force my ramparts your nutshell navies came, 
took the sun from their presence, I cut them down with 

my blast, 
^nd they died, but the Flag of England blew free ere the 

spirit passed. 

r'lie lean white bear hath seen it in the long, long Arctic 

riie musk-ox knows the standard that flouts the Northern 

^^'Vhat is the Flag of England? Ye have but my bergs to 

*c have but my drifts to conquer. Go forth, for it is 


The South Wind sighed: — "From the Virgins my mid-sea 

course was ta'en 
"Oirer a thousand islands lost in an idle main, 
"Where the sea-egg flames on the coral and the long-backed 

breakers croon 
Their endless ocean legends to the lazy, locked lagoon. 


Strayed amid lonely islets, mazed amid outer keys, 

I waked the palms to laughter — I tossed the scud in the 

Never was isle so little, never was sea so lone. 
But over the scud and the palm-trees an English flag was 


I have wrenched it free from the halliards to hang for a 

wisp on the Horn; 
I have chased it north to the Lizard — ribboned and roUcd 

and torn; 
I have spread its fold o'er the dying, adrift in a hopeless 

I have hurled it swift on the slaver, and seen the slave set 


My basking sunfish know it, and wheeling albatross. 
Where the lone wave fills with fire beneath the Southern 

What is the Flag of England? Ye have but my reefs to 

Ye have but my seas to furrow. Go forth, for it is there'* 

The East Wind roared:— "From the Kuriles, the Bitter 
Seas, I come, 

* And me men call the Home- Wind, for I bring the English 

*Look — look well to your shipping! By breath of my ta^ 

* I swept your close-packed Praya and beached your best at: 

Kowloon ! 

*The reeling junks behind me and the racing seas before, 
*I raped your richest roadstead — I plundered Singapore! 
'I set my hand on the Hoogli; as a hooded snake she rose; 
*And I flung your stoutest steamers to roost with the 

startlcJ crows. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 255 

sver the lotos closes, never the wild-fowl wake, 
at a soul goes out on the East Wind that died for Eng- 
land's sake — 
[an or woman or suckling, mother or bride or maid — 
ecause on the bones of the English the English Flag is 

he desert-dust hath dimmed it, the flying wild-ass knows, 
he scared white leopard winds it across the taintless 

Tiat is the Flag of England ? Ye have but my sun to dare, 
e have but my sands to travel. Go forth, for it is there ! " 

I West Wind called: — "In squadrons the thoughtless 

galleons fly 
hat bear the wheat and cattle lest street-bred people die. 
hey make my might their porter, they make my house 

their path, 
ill I loose my neck from their rudder and whelm them all 

in my wrath. 

draw the gliding fog-bank as a snake is drawn from the 

hey bellow one to the other, the frighted ship-bells toll, 
3r day is a drifting terror till I raise the shroud with my 

id they see strange bows above them and the two go 

locked to death. 

It whether in calm or wrack-wreath, whether by dark or 

cave them whole to the conger or rip their plates away, 
St of the scattered legions, under a shrieking sky, 
>ping between the rollers, the English Flag goes by. 



"'The dead dumb fog hath wrapped it — the fiozen den 

have kissed — 
"The naked stars have seen it, a fidUcyw-star in the mist 
'*\Vhat is the Flag of Enghnd? Te have but my breith to 

''Ye have but mv waves to conquer. Go fbrdi, for it is 


_ r 




I 9 I O 

Zf/'HO in the Realm to-day lays down dear life for the sakf ^ 
a land more dear ? . 

Andy unconcerned for his own estate, toils till the f^ 
grudged sands haze run ? 

Let him approach. It is proven here 
Our King asks nothing of any man more than Our King hims 
has done. 

For to him above all was Life good, above all he command^^ 

Her abundance full-handed. 
The peculiar treasure of Kings was his for the taking: 
All that men come to in dreams he inherited waking: — 

His marvel of world-gathered armies — one heart and zJ' 

His seas 'neath his keels when his war-castles foamed to their 

The thundering foreshores that answered his heralded land- 

The huge lighted cities adoring, the assemblies upstanding; 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 257 

^'He Councils of Kings called in haste to learn how he was 

minded — 
The Kingdoms, the Powers, and the Glories he dealt with 


To him came all captains of men, all achievers of glory, 

Hot from the press of their battles they told him their story. 

They revealed him their lives in an hour and, saluting, de- 

Joyful to labour afresh — he had made them new-hearted. 

And, since he weighed men from his youth, and no lie long 
deceived him. 

He spoke and exacted the truth, and the basest believed him. 

And God poured him an exquisite wine, that was daily re- 
newed to him. 

In the clear-welling love of his peoples that daily accrued ta 

Honour and service we gave him, rejoicingly fearless; 

Paith absolute, trust beyond speech and a friendship as peer- 

And since he was Master and Servant in all that we asked 

We leaned hard on his wisdom in all things, knowing not how 
we tasked him. 

*or on him each new day laid command, every tyrannous 

To confront, or confirm, or make smooth some dread issue 
of power; 

To deliver true judgment aright at the instant, unaided, 

Ifi the strict, level, ultimate phrase that allowed or dissuaded; 

To foresee, to allay, to avert from us perils unnumbered. 

To stand guard on our gates when he guessed that the watch- 
men had slumbered; 
To win time, to turn hate, to woo folly to service and, mightily 

Km strength to the use of his Nations, to rule as not ruling. 


These were the works of our King; Earth's peace was tk 

proof of them. 
God gave him great works to fulfil, and to us the behoof of than. 
We accepted his toil as our right — none spared, none excused 

When he was bowed by his burden his rest was refused him- 
We troubled his age with our weakness — the blacker our 

shame to us! 
Hearing his People had need of him, straightway he came to i 


As he received so he gave — nothing grudged, naught denyingi 
Not even the last gasp of his breath when he strove for uSi 

For our sakes, without question, he put from him all that he 

Simply as any that serve him he served and he perished. 
All that Kings covet was his, and he flung it aside for us- 
Simply as any that die in his service he died for us! 

Who in the Realm to-day has choice of the easy road or the haT^ 
to tread ? 
Andy much concerned for his own estate^ would sell his soul ^^ 
remain in the sun ? 

Let him depart nor look on Our dead. 
Our King asks nothing of any man more than Our King hif^' 
self has done. 



'\\/'HEN Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes arc 

twisted and dried, 
When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic 
has died. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 259 

We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it — lie down for an 

teon or two. 
Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall put us to work 


And those that were good shall be happy: they shall sit in a 

eolden chair; 
They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of 

comets' hair. 
They shall find real saints to draw from — Magdalene, Peter, 

and Paul; 
They shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at 


And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master 

shall blame; 
And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for 

Bat each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate 

Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as 

They arc! 



(In memory 0/ thi PameU Commission) 

({ELP for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt. 

Help for an honourable clan sore trampled in the dirt ! 
'KMn Queenstown Bay to Donegal, Oh listen to my song. 
The honourable gentlemen have suffered grievous wrong. 


Thdr noble namet were menttoned— C% die btmiag Ukt 

disgrace! — 
^ a brutal Saxon paper in an Irith ahooting-caae; 
Tney sat upon it for a year, then ateeled dieir heart to bme 


And "coruscating innocence" the leaned Judges giTC iL 

Bear witness. Heaven, of that grim crime beneath At nt- 

geon's knife. 
The "honourable gentlemen" deplwed the Ion of lifel 
Bear witness of tliMe chantii^ chdti that buih and ihi^ind 

No man laid hand upon the knife or finger to the trigprl 

Geared in the face of all mankind beneath the winking aktOt '' 
Like phcenixes from Phceniz Park (and what lay there) tlvT 

Go shout it to the emerald seas — give word to Erin no*' 
Her honourable gentlemen are cleared — and this is howr' 

They only paid the Moonlighter his catde-hocking price^ 
They only helped the murderer with counsel's best advice^ 
But — sure it keeps their honour white — the learned Coc* 

They never give a piece of plate to murderers and thieve** 

They never told the ramping crowd to card a woman's hidft 
They never marked a man for death — what fault of theio 

he died?— 
They only said "intimidate," and talked and went away— 
By God, the boys that did the work were braver men thu 


Their sin it was that fed the fire — small blame to rfiem thit 

heard — 
The boys get drunk on rhetoric, and madden at a word — 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 261 

7 knew whom they were talking at, if they were Irish too, 
; gentlemen that lied in Court, they knew, and well they 

y only took the Judas-gold from Fenians out of jail, 
y only fawned for dollars on the blood-dyed Clan-na- 

lack is black or white is white, in black and white it's 

f*Tt only traitors to the Queen and rebels to the Crown, 

sared," honourable gentlemen! Be thankful it's no 

more: — 
widow's curse is on your house, the dead are at your 

roa the shame of open shame; on you from North to South 
hand of every honest man flat-heeled across your mouth. 

ss black than we were painted"? — Faith, no word of 

black was said; 
lightest touch was human blood, and that, you know, 

runs red. 
sticking to your fist to-day for all your sneer and scoff, 
I by the Judge's well-weighed word you cannot wipe it off. 

i up those hands of innocence — go, scare your sheep 

blundering, tripping tups that bleat behind the old bell- 

if they snufF the taint and break to find another pen, 

them it's tar that glistens so, and daub them yours again ! 


" The charge is old " ? — As old as Cain — as fresh as yestcr- ^ 
Old as the Ten Commandments — have ye talked those Xin 

If words are words, or death is death, or powder sends tk 

You spoke the words that sped the shot — the curse be on 

you all. 

"Our friends believe'*? Of course they do — as sheltered 
women may; 

But have they seen the shrieking soul ripped from the quiver- 
ing clay? 

They ! — If their own front door is shut, they'll swear the whole 
world's warm: 

What do they know of dread of death or hanging fear of harin- 

The secret half a county keeps, the whisper in the lane, 
The shriek that tells the shot went home behind the bro^^^^^ 

The dry blood crisping in the sun that scares the honest b^^' 
And shows the boys have heard your talk — what do tt^^ 

know of these? 

But you — you know — ay, ten times more; the secrets o[ 

the dead. 
Black terror on the country-side by word and whisper bred, 
The mangled stallion's scream at night, the tail-cropped 

heifer's low. 
Who set the whisper going first? You know, and well you 


INCXUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 263 

My soul ! I'd sooner tie in jail for murder plain and straight. 
Pure crime I'd done with my own hand for money, lust, or 

Than take a seat in Parliament by fellow-felons cheered, 
Vi'hile one of those "not provens" proved me cleared as you 
are cleared. 

Cleared— you that "lost" the League accounts — go, guard 

our honour still, 
Go, help to make our country's laws that broke God's law 

at will — 
Oie hand stuck out behind the back, to signal "strike again"; 
The other on your dress-shirt-front to show your heart is 


Ilblack is black or white is white, in black and white it's 

■ou're only traitors to the Queen and rebels to the Crown. 
If print is print or words are words, the learned Court per- 
pends: — 
"care not ruled by murderers, but only — by their friends. 


I 8 9 I 

'I'nnat for themucriticiie toominuldr the method* (he Iriih followed, 
^'^ ther mi^t dephire aotat of thrir results. During the put few years 
'jiW hid been going through what was tantamount to a revolucion. — 

J^ED EARL, and will ye take for guide 

The silly camel-birds, 
That ye bury your head in an Irish thorn, 
On a desert of drifting words? 


Ye have followed a man for a God« Red Eail» 
As the Lord o* Wrong and Rig|it; 

But the dav is done wim the setting 
V^ ye follow into the ni| 

He gave you jaar own old words, Red Earit 

For food on die wastrel way;, 
V^ ye rise and eat in the nimt, Red Earl, 

That fed so full in the day? 

Ye have followed fast, ye have followed far. 
And where cUd the wandering lead? 

From the day that ye praised die spoken wofd 
To the day ye must gloss the deed. 

And as ye have given your hand for gun. 

So must ye give in loss; 
And as ye ha' come to the brink of the pit. 

So must ye loup across. 

For some be rogues in grain. Red Earl, 

And some be rogues in fact. 
And rogues direct and rogues elect; 

But all be rogues in pact. 

Ye have cast your lot with these, Red Earl; 

Take heed to where ye stand. 
Ye have tied a knot with your tongue. Red Earl, 

That ye cannot loose with your hand. 

Ye have travelled fast, ye have travelled far. 

In the grip of a tightening tether, 
Till ye find at the end ye must take for friend 

The quick and their dead together. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 265 

t have played with the Law between your lips, 
And mouthed it daintilee; 
It the gist o' the speech is ill to teach, 
Per ye say: "Let wrong go free." 

dd Earl, ye wear the Garter fair, 
And gat your place from a King: 
o ye make Rebellion of no account, 
And Treason a little thing? 

nd have ye weighed your words, Red Earl, 
*rhat stand and speak so high? 
r%d is it good that the guilt o* blood. 
Be cleared at the cost of a sigh? 

rid is it well for the sake of peace. 
Our tattered Honour to sell, 

-nd higgle anew with a tainted crew — 
Red Earl, and is it well ? 

"« have followed fast, ye have followed far. 

On a dark and doubtful way, 
^^ the road is hard, is hard. Red Earl, 

And the price is yet to pay. 

c ahaU pay that price as ye reap reward 

Pot the toil of your tongue and pen — 
^ the praise of the blamed and the thanks of the shamed, 

And the honour o' knavish men. 



They scarce shall veil their somi, Red Ear! 

And the worst at the last shall be. 
When you tell your heart that it does not 1 

And your eye that it does not see. 


I 9 I 2 

("Their webt shall not become garments, neither shaU they c 
selves with their works: their wc^ks are worics of iiuquity anc 
violence is in their hands." — Isaiah lix. 6.) 

npHE dark eleventh hour 

Draws on and sees us sold 
To every evil power 
We fought against of old. 
Rebellion, rapine, hate, 
Oppression, wrong and greed 
Are loosed to rule our fate. 
By England's act and deed. 

The Faith in which we stand, 
The laws we made and guard. 
Our honour, lives, and land 
Are given for reward 
To Murder done by night. 
To Treason taught by day. 
To folly, sloth, and spite. 
And we are thrust away. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 267 

The blood our fathers spilt, 
CXir love, our toils, our pains. 
Are counted us for guilt, 
And only bind our chains. 
Before an Empire's eyes 
The traitor claims his price. 
What need of further lies? 
We are the sacrifice. 

We asked no more than leave 
To reap where we had sown. 
Through good and ill to cleave 
To our own flag and throne. 
Now England's shot and steel 
Beneath that flag must show 
How loyal hearts should kneel 
To England's oldest foe. 

We know the war prepared 
On every peaceful home, 
We know the hells declared 
For such as serve not Rome — 
The terror, threats, and dread 
In market, hearth, and field — 
We know, when all is said. 
We perish if we yield. 

Believe, we dare not boast. 
Believe, we do not fear — 
We stand to pay the cost 
In all that men hold dear. 
What answer from the North ? 
One Law, one Land, one Throne. 
If England drive us forth 
We shall not fall alone! 



QH, EAST it Eatt, taut tf^ttt u f^ttt^ mid never At Mir 

thai/ meet. 
Till Earth and Siy stmid pmei^ at Go^t gmU Jm/^ 

But there is neither Etut nor West, Bonier, nee- ^tti, m 

When two strong men stand/see to/tee, thet^h th^ tamtptf 

the ends of the earth I 

Kainal is out with twenty men to raise the Bc»der nd^ 
And he has lifted the Colonel's mare that is the Colood'* 

He has lifted her out of the stable-door between dte dawn ud 

the day. 
And turned the calkins upon her feet, and ridden her \s 

Then up and spoke the Colonel's son that ted a troop of the 

"Is there never a man of all my men can say where Kuw 

Then up and spoke Mohammed Khan, the son of dw Rt*' 

"If ye know the track of the morning-mist, ye know lAeB 

his pickets are. 
"At dusk he harries the Abazai — at dawn he is into Boour, 
"But he must go by Fort Bukloh to his own place to Eut 
"So if ye gallop to Fort Bukloh as fast as a tnitl can fly, 
" By the favour of God ye may cut him off ere he win to the 

Tongue of Jagai. 
"But if he be past the Tongue of Jagai, right swiftly tun 

ye then, 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 269 

r the length and the breadth of that grisly plain is sown 

with Kamal's men. 
ere is rock to the left, and rock to the right, and low lean 

thorn between, 
d ye may hear a breech-bolt snick where never a man is 

G>loners son has taken a horse, and a raw rough dun 

was he, 
h the mouth of a bell and the heart of Hell and the head 

of a gallows-tree. 
G>lonel's son to the Fort has won, they bid him stay to 

eat — 
} rides at the tail of a Border thief, he sits not long at his 

\ up and away from Fort Bukloh as fast as he can 

he was aware of his father's mare in the gut of the Tongue 

he was aware of his father's mare with Kamal upon her 

i when he could spy the white of her eye, he made the 

pistol crack, 
has fired once, he has fired twice, but the whistling ball 

went wide. 
I shoot like a soldier," Kamal said. "Show now if ye 

can ride!" 
up and over the Tongue of Jagai, as blown dust-devils 

dun he fled like a stag of ten, but the mare like a barren 

dun he leaned against the bit and slugged his head above, 
the red mare played with the snaflle-bars, as a maiden 

plays with a glove. 
re was rock to the left and rock to the right, and low lean 

thorn between, 
thrice he heard a breech-bolt snick tho' never a man was 



They have ridden the low moon out of the sky, didr boon 

drum up the dawn, 
The dun he went like a wounded bull, but the mare Gke t 

new-roused fawn. 
The dun he fell at a water-course — in a woeful heap fell IKi 
And Kamal has turned the red mare back, and pulled Ae 

rider free. 
He has knocked the pistol out of his hand— "^mall room wis 

there to strive, 
**'T was only by favour of mine," quoth he, "ye rode sokng 

'' There was not a rock for twenty mile, there was not a clomp 

of tree, 
"But covered a man of my own men with his rifle cocked oo 

his knee. 
"If I had raised my bridle-hand, as I have held it low, 
"The little jackals that flee so fast were feasting all in « 

" If I had bowed my head on my breast, as I have held it high, 
"The kite that whistles above us now were gorged till she 

could not fly." 
Lightly answered the Coloners son: "Do good to bird and 

"But count who come for the broken meats before thou 

makest a feast. 
"If there should follow a thousand swords to carry my bones 

"Belike the price of a jackal's meal were more than a thirf 

could pay. 
"They will feed their horse on the standing crop, their mco 

on the garnered grain, 
"The thatch of the byres will serve their fires when all the 

cattle are slain. 
" But if thou thinkest the price be fair, — thy brethren wai' 

to sup, 
"The hound is kin to the jackal-spawn, — howl, dog, and ca 

them up! 

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'*And if thou thinkest the price be high, in steer and gear and 

"Give me my father's mare again, and I'll fight my own way 

Kama! has gripped him by the hand and set him upon his 

**No talk shall be of dogs/' said he, "when wolf and grey 

wolf meet. 
"May I eat dirt if thou hast hurt of me in deed or breath; 
"What dam of lances brought thee forth to jest at the dawn 

with Death?" 
Lightly answered the Colonel's son: "I hold by the blood of 

my clan: 
"Take up the mare for my father's gift — by God, she has 

carried a man!" 
The red mare ran to the Colonel's son, and nuzzled against 

his breast; 
We be two strong men," said Kamal then, "but she loveth 

the younger best. 
So she shall go with a lifter's dower, my turquoise-studded 

"My 'broidered saddle and saddle-cloth, and silver stirrups 

The Colonel's son a pistol drew, and held it muzzle-end, 
"Ye have taken the one from a foe," said he; "Will ye take 

the mate from a friend?" 
A gift for a gift," said Kamal straight; "a limb for the risk 

of a limb. 
Thy father has sent his son to me, I'll send my son to him!" 
With that he whistled his only son, that dropped from a 

mountain-crest — 
He trod the ling like a buck in spring, and he looked like a 

lance in rest. 
"Now here is thy master," Kamal said, "who leads a troop of 

the Guides, 
''Aiid thou must ride at his left side as shield on shoulder 







" mi Death or I cut loose the tie, M camp Slid board and Vq^ 
"Thy life is hia — thy fate it u to goara him with tfav benf 
"So, thou must eat the White Qacen't meat, and all her An 

are thine, 
"And thou must harry thy fadicr't hold for the peace of tiv 

"And thou must make a tnxq>er toogji and hack thy wif v 

power — 
" Belike they irill ruse thee to Reiaaldar when I am haaged ■ 


lliey hare looked each other between the eyea, and tke* 

they found no fault, 
They have taken the Oath of the Brotha-4n-Bk>od on 

leavened bread and salt: 
They have taken the Oath of the Brother-in-Blood on b* 

and fresh-cut sod. 
On the hilt and the haft of the Khyber knife, and the Won- 
drous Names of God. 
The Colonel's son he rides the mare and Kamal's boy the dun, 
And two have come back to Fort Bukloh where there veol 

forth but one. 
And when they drew to the Quarter-Guard, full twenty 

swords flew clear — 
There was not a man but carried his feud with the blood of 

the mountaineer. 
"Ha* done! ha' done!" said the Colonel's son. "Put up die 

steel at your sides! 
"Last night ye had struck at a Border thief — to-night 't is 

aman of the Guides!" 

Oh, East is East, and finest is West, and never the twain shtB 

Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat; 
But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birthy 
When two strong men stand /ace to /ace, though they eome/rom 

the ends of the earth ! 

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Stt wtMmy years Mgp a King died in one of ihe Rsjpooi Suues, His wioes^ 
^srqerdini the orders of the English against SuUee^ would kaoe kroken out ojf 
the foiace and kumed themsehes with the corpse had not the gates keen barred. 
Biaonetf them^ disguised as the King*s favourite daneing-giri, passed through 
tktiiueif guards and reached the pyre, There^ her courage failings she prayed 
kir cousin^ a haron of the King's court, to kill her. This he did, not knowing 
9ko she was, 

\JDAl CHAND lay sick to death 

In his hold by Gungra hill. 
All night we heard the death-gongs ring, 
For the soul of the dying Rajpoot King, 
All night beat up from the women's wing 
A cry that we could not still. 

All night the barons came and went, 

The Lords of the CXiter Guard. 
All night the cressets glimmered pale 
On Ulwar sabre and Tonk jezail, 
Mewar headstall and Marwar mail. 
That clinked in the palace yard. 

In the Golden Room on the palace roof 

All night he fought for air: 
And there were sobbings behind the screen, 
Rustle and whisper of women unseen. 
And the hungry eyes of the Boondi Queen 

On the death she might not share. 


He passed at dawn — the death-fire leaped 

From ridge to river-head. 
From the Malwa plains to the Abu scars: 
And wail upon wail went up to the stars 
Behind the grim zenana-bars. 

When they knew that the King was dead. 

The dumb priest knelt to tie his mouth 

And robe him for the pyre. 
The Boondi Queen beneath us cried: 
" See, now, that we die as our mothers died 
"In the bridal-bed by our master's sidel 

"CXit, women! — to the fire I" 

We drove the great gates home apace — 

White hands were on the sill — 
But ere the rush of the unseen feet 
Had reached the turn to the open street, 
The bars shot down, the guard-drum beat — 

We held the dovecot still. 

A face looked down in the gathering day. 
And laughing spoke from the wall: 

"Ohe, they mourn here: let me by — 

"Azizun, the Lucknow nautch-girl, I! 

"When the house is rotten, the rats must fly, 
"And I seek another thraU. 

For I ruled the King as ne'er did Queen, — 
"To-night the Queens rule me! 
"Guard them safely, but let me go. 
Or ever they pay the debt they owe 
In scourge and torture!" She leaped below 
And the grim guard watched her flee. 


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They knew that the King had spent his soul 

On a North-bred dancing-girl: 
That he prayed to a iiat-nosed Lucknow god, 
.And kissed die ground where her feet had trod, 
.And doomed to death at her drunken nod. 

And swore by her lightest curl. 

"We bore the King to his fathers' place, 
Where the tombs of the Sun-born stand: 

^V^ere the grey apes swing, and the peacocks preen 

On fretted pillar and jewelled screen, 

y^nd the wild boar couch in the house of the Queen 
On the drift of the desert sand. 

The herald read his tides forth 

We set the logs aglow: 
^^ Friend of the Engfish, free from fear, 
** Baron of Luni to Jeysulmeer, 
** Lord of the Desert of Bikaneer, 

"King of the Jungle, — go! 


-^Jf night the red flame stabbed the sky 

M^th wavering wind- tossed spears: 
-^^^d out of a shattered temple crept 

Woman who veiled her head and wept, 

called on the King — but the great King slept. 
And turned not for her tears. 

^"-^»ie watched, a bow-shot from the blaze. 

The silent streets between, 
^^Ho had stood by the King in sport and fray, 
T'o blade in ambush or boar at bay. 
And he was a baron old and grey, 
And kin to the Boondi Queen. 


Small thought had he to mark the strife — 

Cold fear with hot desire — 
When thrice she leaped from the leaping flame. 
And thrice she beat her breast for shame. 
And thrice like a wounded dove she came 

And moaned about the fire. 

He said: "O shameless, put aside 

The veil upon thy brow! 
Who held the King and all his land 
"To the wanton will of a harlot's hand! 
">^11 the white ash rise from the blistered brand? 

Stoop down, and call him now!" 



Then she: "By the faith of my tarnished soul, 
"All things I did not well, 
I had hoped to clear ere the fire died, 
And lay me down by my master's side 

"To rule in Heaven his only bride, 
"While the others howl in Hell. 

^'But I have felt the fire's breath, 

"And hard it is to die! 
^* Yet if I may pray a Rajpoot lord 
"To sully the steel of a Thakur's sword 
"With base-born blood of a trade abhorred 
And the Thakur answered, "Ay." 

He drew and struck: the straight blade drank 

The life beneath the breast. 
"' I had looked for the Queen to face the flame, 
^*But the harlot dies for the Rajpoot dame — 
■"Sister of mine, pass, free from shame. 

"Pass with thy King to rest!" 


The bUck ioa crashed above the white: 

The little names and lean, 
Red as slaughter and blue as steel, 
That whistled and fluttered from head to heel, 
Leaped up anew, for they found their meal 

(>i the heart of — the Boondi Queen I 



IDUd, Somk Afrkan War, Mtnh rj, 1900) 

\Y^1TH those that bred, with those that loosed the strife. 

He had no part whose hands were clear of gain; 
But subtle, strong, and stubborn, gave his life 
To a lost cause, and knew the gift was vain. 

Later shall rise a people, sane and great, 
PoTged in strong fires, by equal war made one; 

TelUi^ old battles over without hate — 
Not least his name shall pass from sire to son. 

He any not meet the onswecp of our van 

In the doomed city when we close the score; 
Ytt o'er his grave — his grave that holds a man — 
(^r dccp-tongued guns shall answer his once more! 


19 ! S 

\\7^HENCE comest thou, Gehazi, 

So reverend to behold. 
In scarlet and in ermines 
And chain of England's gold?" 


To keep • ^X qtt»o°"* 
Vfhat «k *t! risen *^*?^» 

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The boils that shine and burrow, 

The sores that slough and bleed — 
The leprosy of Naaman 
On thee and all thy seed? 
Stand up> stand up, Gehazi, 

Draw close thy robe and go, 
Gehazi, Judge in Israel, 
A leper white as snow! 



^BDHUR RAH MAN y tfu Durani Chief, of him is the 

story told. 
His mercy fills the Khyber hills — his grace is manifold; 
He has taken toll of the North and the South — his glory 

And they tell the tale of his charity from Balkh to Kandahar. 

Before the old Peshawur Gate, where Kurd and Kaffir meet, 
Tht Governor of Kabul dealt the Justice of the Street, 
And that was strait as running noose and swift as plunging 


Tho* he who held the longer purse might hold the longer life. 
There was a hound of Hindustan had struck a Euzufzai, 
Wherefore they spat upon his face and led him out to die. 
It chanced the King went forth that hour when throat was 

bared to knife; 
The Kaffir grovelled under-hoof and clamoured for his life. 

Then said the King: "Have hope, O friend! Yea, Death 

disgraced is hard. 
"Much honour shall be thine;" and called the Captain of the 



Yar Khan, a bastard of the Blood, so city-babble saitlii 
And he was honoured of the King — the which is silt 

And he was son of Daoud Shah, the Reiver of the Plains, 
And blood of old Durani Lords ran fire in his veins; 
And 'twas to tame an Afghan pride nor Hell nor Heaven 

could bind. 
The King would make him butcher to a yelping cur of Hind. 

"Strike!" said the King. "King's blood art thou-te 

death shall be his pride!" 
Then louder, that the crowd might catch: "Fear not-hi* 

arms are tied!" 
Yar Khan drew clear the Khyber knife, and struck, and 

sheathed again. 
"O man, thy will is done," quoth he; "A King this dog ha* 


Abdhur Rahman ^ the Durani Chief y to the North anitht 

South is sold. 
The North and the South shall open their mouth to * 

Ghilzaiflag unrolled y 
When the big guns speak to the Khyber peaky and his iol' 

Heratis fly: 
Ye have heard the song — How long ? How long t Wolv^' 

of the Abazai ! 

That night before the watch was set, when all the street 

were clear, 
The Governor of Kabul spoke: "My King, hast thou n 

"Thou knowest — thou hast heard," — his speech died ath 

master's face. 
And grimly said the Afghan King: "I rule the Afghan rac 
" My path is mine — see thou to thine. To-night upon thy b 
"Think who there be in Kabul now that clamour for tl 


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Tlitt night when all the gates were shut to City and to throne^ 
Within a little garden-house the King lay down alone. 
Before the sinking of the moon, which is the Night of Nighty 
Ymr Khan came softly to the King to make his honour white. 
The children of the town had mocked beneath his horse's 


The hariots of the town had hailed him " butcher ! '' from their 

Bat is he groped against the wall, two hands upon him fell, 
The King behind his shoulder spake: " Dead man, thou dost 

not well! 
JTis ill to jest with Kings by day and seek a boon by night; 
^ And that thou bearest in thy hand is all too sharp to write. 
^t three days hence, if God be good, and if thy strength 
^^ remain, 

^ "^hcn shalt demand one boon of me and bless me in thy pain. 
^ ^or I am merciful to all, and most of all to thee. 
^y butcher of the shambles, rest — no knife hast thou for 

^Aihur Rmhnumythe Durani Chiefs holds hard by the South 
md the North; 
the[Ghihai knows ^ ere the me/ting snows , when the 
swollen tanks break forthy 
ff^hen the red-coats crawl to the sungar wall^ and his Usbeg 

lances fail: 
Vir have heard the song — How long T How long T Wohes 
f^ the Zuka Kheyl ! 

They stoned him in the rubbish-field when dawn was in the 

According to the written word, " See that he do not die." 
They stoned him till the stones were piled above him on the 

^ those the labouring limbs displaced they tumbled back 



One watched beside the dreary mound that veiled die bat- 
tered thing, 

And him the King with laughter called the Herald of tk 

It was upon the second night, the night of Ramazan, 
The watcher leaning earthward heard the message of Ttf 

From shattered breast through shrivelled lips broke forth th^ 

rattling breath, 
" Creature of God, deliver me from agony of Death." 

They sought the King among his girls, and risked their liv^ 

"Protector of the Pitiful, give orders that he die!" 

** Bid him endure until the day," a lagging answer came; 
"The night is short, and he can pray and learn to bless my 

Before the dawn three times he spoke, and on the day once 

more : 
"Creature of God, deliver me, and bless the King therefor!" 

They shot him at the morning prayer, to ease him of his pain. 
And when he heard the matchlocks clink, he blessed the King 

Which thing the singers made a song for all the wccrld to sing. 
So that the Outer Seas may know the mercy of the King. 

Abdhur Rahman y the Durani Chief y of him is the story toldy 
He has opened his mouth to the North and the Souths they 

have stuffed his mouth with gold. 
Ye know the truth of his tender ruth — and sweet his favours 

Ye have heard the song — How long ? How long f—from 

Balkh to Kandahar, 

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\\7HEN spring-time flushes the desert grass, 

Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. 
Lean are the camels but fat the frails, 
Light are the purses but heavy the bales, 
As the snowbound trade of the North comes down 
To the market-square of Peshawur town. 

In a turquoise twilight, crisp and chill, 
A kafila camped at the foot of the hill. 
Then blue smoke-haze of the cooking rose. 
And tent-peg answered to hammer-nose; 
And the picketed ponies, shag and wild. 
Strained at their ropes as the feed was piled; 
And the bubbling camels beside the load 
Sprawled for a furlong adown the road; 
And the Persian pussy-cats, brought for sale. 
Spat at the dogs from the camel-bale; 
And the tribesmen bellowed to hasten the food; 
And the camp-fires twinkled by Fort Jumrood; 
And there fled on the wings of the gathering dusk 
A savour of camels and carpets and musk, 
A murmur of voices, a reek of smoke, 
To tell us the trade of the Khyber woke. 

The lid of the flesh-pot chattered high. 
The knives were whetted and — then came I 
To Mahbub AH, the muleteer. 
Patching his bridles and counting his gear. 
Crammed with the gossip of half a year. 
But Mahbub Ali the kindly said, 
"Better is speech when the belly is fed.** 


So we plunged the hand to the mid-wrist deep 
In a cinnamon stew of the fat-tailed sheep, 
And he who never hath tasted the food, 
By Allah! he knoweth not bad from good. 

We cleansed our beards of the mutton-ffreaise. 
We lay on the mats and were filled with peace, 
And the talk slid north, and the talk slid soudi 
With the sliding puffis from the hookah-moudi. — -• 

Four things greater than all things are, — 
Women and Horses and Power and War. 
We spake of them all, but the last the most. 
For I sought a word of a Russian post. 
Of a shifty promise, an unsheathed sword 
And a grey-coat guard on the Helmund ford. 
Then Mahbub Ali lowered his eyes 
In the fashion of one who is weaving lies. 
Quoth he: "Of the Russians who can say? 

'When the night is gathering all is grey. 

'But we look that the gloom of the night shall ^ °^^ 

'In the morning flush of a blood-red sky. 

' Friend of my heart, is it meet or wise 

'To warn a King of his enemies? 

'We know what Heaven or Hell may bring, 

'But no man knoweth the mind of the King. 

'That unsought counsel is cursed of God 

'Attesteth the story of Wali Dad. 

'His sire was leaky of tongue and pen, 

'His dam was a clucking Khuttuck hen; 

'And the colt bred close to the vice of each, 

' For he carried the curse of an unstanched speec> 

'Therewith madness — so that he sought 

'The favour of kings at the Kabul court; 

'And travelled, in hope of honour, far 

'To the line where the grey-coat squadrons arc. 

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** There have I journeyed too — but I 

** Saw naught, said naught, and — did not die! 

** He hearked to rumour, and snatched at a breath 

*' Of 'this one knoweth* and * that one saith,' — 

** Legends that ran from mouth to mouth 

**Of a grey-coat coming, and sack of the South. 

** These have I also heard — they pass 

** With each new spring and the winter grassJ 

** Hot-foot southward, forgotten of God, 

'"Back to the city ran Widi Dad, 

** Even to Kabul — in full durbar 

]*The King held talk with his Chief in War. 

"Into the press of the crowd he broke, 

** And what he had heard of the coming spoke. 

**Then Gholam Hyder, the Red Chief, smiled, 

**As a mother might on a babbling child; 

*'But those who would laugh restrained their breath, 

"When the face of the King showed dark as death. 

**Evil it is in full durbar 

"To cry to a ruler of gathering war! 

"Slowly he led to a peach-tree small, 

**That grew by a cleft of the city wall. 

".And he said to the boy: 'They shall praise thy zc\il 

'* *So long as the red spurt follows the steel. 

***And the Russ is upon us even now? 

** 'Great is thy prudence — wait them, thou. 

** 'Watch from the tree. Thou art young and strong. 

"'Surely the vigil is not for long. 

"The Russ is upon us, thy clamour ran? 

'"Surely an hour shall bring their van. 

'"Wait and watch. When the host is near, 

"'Shout aloud that my men may hear.' 

"Friend of my heart, is it meet or wise 
"To warn a King uf his enemies? 


"A guard was set that he might, not 

''A score of bayonets ringed the tree. 

"The peach-bloom fell in showers of snow, 

"When he shook at his death as he looked below. 

" By the power of God, who alone is great, 

"Till the seventh day he fought with his fate. 

"Then madness took him, and men declare 

"He mowed in the branches as ape and bear, 

"And last as a sloth, ere his bodv failed, 

"And he hung like a bat in the forks, and wailed, 

"And sleep the cord of his hands untied, 

"And he tell, and was caught on the points and died. 

"Heart of my heart, is it meet or wise 
"To warn a King of his enemies? 
"We know what Heaven or Hell may bring, 
"But no man knoweth the mind of the King. 
"Of the grey-coat coming who can say? 
"When the night is gathering all is grey. 
"Two things greater than all things are, 
"The first is Love, and the second War. 
"And since we know not how War may prove, 
"Heart of my heart, let us talk of Love!" 



More than a hundred years agOy in a great battle f ought near Delhi, sm Indism 
Prince rode fifty miles after the day was lost with a beggar-girl, who had lo9ed 
him and followed him in all his camps ^ on his saddle-how. He lost the girl when 
almost within sight of safety. A Mahratta trooper tells the story: — 

T^HE wreath of banquet overnight lay withered on the 
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hkcn we went forth to Paniput to battle with the Mlechy — 
re we came back from Paniput and left a kingdom there. 

hxice thirty thousand men were we to force the Jumna 
The hawk-winged horse of Damajee, mailed squadrons of 
the Bhao, 
^mrk levies of the southern hills, the Deccan's sharpest 
And he» the harlot's traitor-son> the goatherd Mulhar 

Tirice thirty thousand men were we before the mists had 
The low white mists of morning heard the war-conch 
scream and bray, 
^e called upon Bhowani and we gripped them by the beard , 
We rolled upon them like a flood and washed their ranks 

n»c children of the hills of Khost before our lances ran, 
We drove the black Rohillas back as cattle to the pen; 

*T was then we needed Mulhar Rao to end what we began, 
A thousand men had saved the charge; he fled the field 
with ten ! 

There was no room to clear a sword — no power to strike a 
For foot to foot, ay, breast to breast, the battle held us 
fast — 
Save where the naked hill-men ran, and stabbing from below 
Brought down the horse and rider and we trampled them 
and passed. 


To left the roar of musketry rang like a falling flood — ^^ 
To right the sunshine rippled red from redder lance i^^ 
blade— ^ 

Above the dark Upsaras^ flew, beneath us plashed the ^sxsS^ 
And, bellying black against the dust, the Bhagwa Jhandtf' 

I saw it fall in smoke and fire, the Banner of the Bhao; 

I heard a voice across the press of one who called in vain: — 
''Ho! Anand Rao Nimbalkhur, ride! Get aid of Mulhar 
"Go shame his squadrons into fight — the Bhao — the 
Bhao is slain!" 

Thereat, as when a sand-bar breaks in clotted spume and 
When rain of later autumn sweeps the Jumna water-head, 
Before their charge from flank to flank our riven ranks gave 
way — 
But of the waters of that flood the Jumna fords ran red. 

I held by Scindia, my lord, as close as man might hold; 
A Soobah of the Deccan asks no aid to guard his life; 
But Holkar's Horse were flying, and our chiefest chiefs were 
And like a flame among us leapt the long lean Northern 

I held by Scindia — my lance from butt to tuft was dyed, 
The froth of battle bossed the shield and roped the bridle- 
chain — 
What time beneath our horses' feet a maiden rose and cried, 
And clung to Scindia, and I turned a sword-cut from the 

*The Choosers of the Slain. 

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^^ set a spell upon the maid in woodlands long ago, 
^hunter by the Tapti banks, she gave him water there: 
He turned her heart to water, and she followed to her woe. 
What need had he of Lalun who had twenty maids as fair?) 

Now in that hour strength left my lord; he wrenched his mare 
He'bound the girl behind him and we slashed and struggled 
Across the reeling wreck of strife we rode as shadows ride 
From Paniput to Delhi town, but not alone were we. 

*T was Lutif-Ullah Populzai laid horse upon our track, 
A swine-fed reiver of the North that lusted for the maid; 

I might have barred his path awhile, but Scindia called me 
And I — O woe for Scindia! — I listened and obeyed. 

League after league the formless scrub took shape and glided 
League after league the white road swirled behind the white 
mare's feet — 
League after league, when leagues were done, we heard the 
Where sure as Time and swift as Death the tireless footfall 

Noon's eye beheld that shame of flight; the shadows fell, we 
Where steadfast as the wheeling kite he followed in our 
The black wolf warred where we had warred, the jackal 
mocked our dead. 
And terror bom of twilight-tide made mad the labouring 


I gasped: — "A kingdom waits my lord; her love is but '^ ^ 


"A day shall mar, a day shall cure, for her — but what ^ j 

"'Cut loose the girl: he follows fast. Cut loose and ride 

Then Scindia 'twixt his blistered lips: — "My Queens 

Queen shall she be! 

" Of all who ate my bread last night *twas she alone that came 

"To seek her love between the spears and find her crown 


"One shame is mine to-day. What need the weight of double 


" If once we reach the Delhi gate, though all be lost, I win!*' 

We rode — the white mare failed — her trot a staggering 
stumble grew, — 

The cooking-smoke of even rose and weltered and hung low; 
And still we heard the Populzai and still we strained anew, 

And Delhi town was very near, but nearer was the foe. 

Yea, Delhi town was very near when Lalun whispered: — 
"Lord of my life, the mare sinks fast — stab deep and let 
me die!" 
But Scindia would not, and the maid tore free and flung 
And turning as she fell we heard the clattering Populzai. 

Then Scindia checked the gasping mare that rocked and 
groaned for breath, 
And wheeled to charge and plunged the knife a hands- 
breadth in her side — 

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le hunter and the hunted know how that last pause is 

death — 
The blood had chilled about her heart, she reared and fell 

and died. 

ir Gods were kind. Before he heard the maiden's piteous 

A log upon the Delhi road, beneath the mare he lay — 
Mt mistress and lost battle passed before him like a dream; 
The darkness closed about his eyes. I bore my King away ! 


TTHE freed dove flew to the Rajah's tower — 

Fled from the slaughter of Moslem kings — 
And the thorns have covered the city of Gaur. 

Dove — dove — oh, homing dove! 
Little white traitor, with woe on thy wings! 

The Rajah of Dacca rode under the wall; 

He set in his bosom a dove of flight — 

If she return, be sure that I fall." 

Dove — dove — oh, homing dove! 
Pressed to his heart in the thick of the fight. 

" Fire the palace, the fort, and the keep — 
Leave to the foeman no spoil at all. 

In the flame of the palace lie down and sleep 
If the dove — if the dove — if the homing dove 

Come and alone to the palace /¥all." 



The Kings of the North they were scattered tbroid- 
The Rajah of Dacca he slew them all. 

Hot from slaughter he stooped at the ford> 
And the dove — the dove — oh, the homing dove! 

She thought of her cote on the palace-wall. 

She opened her wings and she flew away — 
Fluttered away beyond recall; 

She came to the palace at break of day. 
Dove — dove — oh, homing dove. 

Flying so fast for a kingdom's fall! 

The Queens of Dacca they slept in flame — 

Slept in the flame- of the palace old — 
To save their honour from Moslem shame. 

And the dove — the dove — oh, the homing dove. 
She cooed to her young where the smoke-cloud rolled! 

The Rajah of Dacca rode far and fleet. 
Followed as fast as a horse could fly, 

He came and the palace was black at his feet; 
And the dove — the dove — the homing dove. 

Circled alone in the stainless sky. 

So the dove flew to the Rajah's tower — 
Fled from the slaughter of Moslem kings; 

So the thorns covered the city of Gaur, 
And Dacca was lost for a white dove's wings. 

Dove — dove — oh, homing dove, 
Dacca is lost from the Roll of the Kings! 

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(Burma fFar, iSSj^s) 

Tku is iki kalUd ^ Boh Da Thone, 
EmsFnienderto Thetham^s tknm^ 
Who hmriid the Disirict of Alalom: 
Hmo hi ma wish his/aU ami ihe V. P. P.* 
Aiihe hmtJ of Hademka Mukifji. 
Senior Gomashia^ G. B. T* 

^QH DA THONE was a warrior bold: 

His sword and his rifle were bossed with gold, 

*^J^cl the Peacock Banner his henchmen bore 
^4 stiff with bullion, but stifFer with gore. 

p ^ shot at the strong and he slashed at the weak 
•^<)m the Salween scrub to the Chindwin teak: 

1^^ crucified noble, he scarified mean, 
^^^ filled old ladies with kerosene: 

•,J^ hile over the water the papers cried, 
'"Tile patriot fights for his countryside!" 

^t little they cared for the Native Press, 
he worn white soldiers in khaki dress, 

^Vho tramped through the jungle and camped in the byre, 
^Alio died m the swamp and were tombed in the mire, 

* Value Payable Post •■ collect on delivery. 
*Head Qerk, Government Bullock Train« 


Who gave up their lives, at the Queen's Q>nimand, 
For the Pride of their Race and the Peace of the Land. 

Now, first of the foemen of Boh Da Thone 
Was Captain O'Neil of the Black Tyrone, 

And his w^ a G^mpany, seventy strongs 
Who hustled that dissolute Chief along. 

There were lads from Galway and Louth and M eath 
Who went to their death with a joke in their teeth, 

And worshipped with fluency, fervour, and zeal 
The mud on the boot-heels of "Crook" O'NeiL 

But ever a blight on their labours lay, 
And ever their quarry would vanish away, 

Till the sun-dried boys of the Black Tyrone 
Took a brotherly interest in Boh Da Thone, 

And, sooth, if pursuit in possession ends. 
The Boh and his trackers were best of friends. 

The word of a scout — a march by night — 
A rush through the mist — a scattering fight — 

A volley from cover — a corpse in the clearing — 
A glimpse of a loin-cloth and heavy jade earring — 

The flare of a village — the tally of slain — 

And . . . the Boh was abroad on the raid again! 

They cursed their luck, as the Irish will, 
They gave him credit for cunning and skill, 

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ri^cy buried their dead, they bolted their beef, 
started anew on the track of the thief. 

X^ill, in place of the ''Kalends of Greece," men said, 

** ^^/hen Crook and his darlings come back with the head." 

They had hunted the Boh from the hills to the plain — 
He doubled and broke for the hills again: 

1*Hey had crippled his power for rapine and raid, 
'I'Hey had routed him out of his pet stockade, 

A^^d at last, they came, when the Daystar tired. 
To a camp deserted — a village fired. 

A black cross blistered the Morning-gold, 
But the body upon it was stark and cold. 

The wind of the dawn went merrily past, 
The high grass bowed her plumes to the blast. 

And out of the grass, on a sudden, broke 
A spirtle of fire, a whorl of smoke — 

And Captain O'Neil of the Black Tyrone 
Was blessed with a slug in the ulnar-bone — 
'*he gift of his enemy Boh Da Thone. 

Tow a slug that is hammered from telegraph-wire 
a thorn in the flesh and a rankling fire.) 

shot-wound festered — as shot-wounds may 
steaming barrack at Mandalay. 

left arm throbbed, and the Captain swore, 
like to be after the Boh once more!" 


The feyer held him — the Captun said, 
"Td give a hundred to look at his head! 


The Hospital punkahs creaked and whirred. 
But Babu Harendra (Gomashta) heard. 

He thought of the cane*brake, green and dank. 
That giidled his home by the Dacca tank. 

He thought of his wife and his High School son. 
He thought — but abandoned the thought — of a gun 

His sleep was broken by visions dread 
Of a shining Boh with a silver head. 

He kept his counsel and went his way, 
And swindled the cartmen of half their pay. 

And the months went on, as the worst must do. 
And the Boh returned to the raid anew. 

But the Captain had quitted the long-drawn strife. 
And in far Simoorie had taken a wife; 

And she was a damsel of delicate mould, 
With hair like the sunshine and heart of gold. 

And little she knew the arms that embraced 
Had cloven a man from the brow to the waist: 

And little she knew that the loving lips 
Had ordered a quivering life's eclipse. 

Or the eye that lit at her lightest breath 
Had glared unawed in the Gates of Death. 

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0*'or these be matters a man would hide. 
As a general rule, from an innocent Bride.) 

And little the Captain thought of the past. 
And, of all men, Babu Harendra last. 

But slow, in the sludge of the Kathun road. 
The Government Bullock Train toted its load. 

Speckless and spotless and shining with ghee}^ 
In the rearmost cart sat the Babu-jee; 

And ever a phantom before him fled 
Of a scowling Boh with a silver head. 

Then the lead-^art stuck, though the coolies slaved. 
And the cartmen flogged and the escort raved, 

And out of the jungle, with yells and squeals. 
Pranced Boh Da Thone, and his gang at his heels! 

Then belching blunderbuss answered back 
The Snider's snarl and the carbine's crack, 

And the blithe revolver began to sing 

To the blade that twanged on the locking-ring, 

And the brown flesh blued where the bayonet kissed. 
As the steel shot back with a wrench and a twist. 

And the great white bullocks with onyx eyes 
hatched the souls of the dead arise. 

And over the smoke of the fusillade 

The Peacock Banner staggered and swayed. 



The Babu shook at the horrible right, 
And girded his ponderous loins for flight, 

But Fate had ordained that the Boh should start 
On a lone-hand raid of the rearmost cart. 

And out of that cart, with a bellow of woe. 
The Babu fell— flat on the top of the Boh! 

For vears had Harendra served the State, 

To the growth of his purse and the girth of his ^.^ 

There were twenty stone, as the tally-^man knows, 
On the broad of the chest of this best of Bohs. 

And twenty stone from a height discharged 
Are bad for a Boh with a spleen enlarged. 

Oh, short was the struggle — severe was the shock — 
He dropped like a bullock — he lay like a block; 

And the Babu above him, convulsed with fear, 
Heard the labouring life-breath hissed out in his ear. 

And thus in a fashion undignified 

The princely pest of the Chindwin died. 

Turn now to Simoorie, where, all at his ease. 
The Captain is petting the Bride on his knees. 

Where the whU of the bullet, the wounded man's screair^ 
Are mixed as the mist of some devilish dream — 

Forgotten, forgotten the sweat of the shambles 

Where the hill-daisy blooms and the grey monkey gamb 


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r>om the sword-belt set free and released from the steel, 
e Peace of the Lord is on Captain O'Neil! 

the hill to Simoorie — most patient of drudg< 
e bags on his shoulder, the mail-runner trudges. 

* VoT Captain O'Neil Sahib. One hundred and ten 

* Rupees to collect on delivery." 


CTheir breakfast was stopped while the screw-jack and 

Tore waxcloth, split teak-wood, and chipped out the dam- 


^^5cn-cjrcd, open-mouthed, on the napery's 
^^th a crash and a thud, rolled — the Head 


of the Boh! 

'^^ct gummed to the scalp was a letter which ran: — 

''In Fielding FoacE Seevice. 

" loth Jan, 

, ^^^-^-^ Sir, — I have honour to send, as you said^ 
^^or final approval (see under) Boh's Head; 

., ^^as took by myself in most bloody affair. 
^y High Education brought pressure to bear. 

^^ ^ow violate Liberty, time being bad, 

'o mail V. P. P. (rupees hundred) Please add 

^ Vfhatever Your Honour can pass. Price of Blood 
Much cheap at one hundred, and children want food; 

* Native aealing-wax. 


''So trusting Your Honour will aomewhat retain 
''True love and affection for Govt. Bullodc Tnun^- 

"And show awful kindness to satisfy me, 

I am. 

"i am, 

''Graceful Master, 



As the rabbit is drawn to the ratdesnake*s power. 
As the smoker's eye fills at the opium hour, 

As a horse reaches up to the manger above. 

As the waiting ear yearns for the whisper of love. 

From the arms of the Bride, iron-visaged and slow. 
The Captain bent down to the Head of the Boh. 

And e'en as he looked on the Thing where It lay 
'Twixt the winking new spoons and the napkins' array. 

The freed mind fled back to the long-ago days — 
The hand-to-hand scuffle — the smoke and the blaze — 

The forced march at night and the quick rush at dawn- 
The banjo at twilight, the burial ere morn — 

The stench of the marshes — the raw, piercing smell 
When the overhand stabbing-cut silenced the yell — 

The oaths of his Irish that surged when they stood 
Where the black crosses hung o'er the Kuttamow flood. 

As a derelict ship drifts away with the tide 

The Captain went out on the Past from his Bride, 

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Back) back, through the springs to the chill of the year, 
When he hunted the Boh from Maloon to Tsaleer. 

As the shape of a coipse dimmers up through deep water. 
In his eye lit the passionless passion of slaughter, 

And men who had fought with O'Neil for the life 
I Had gazed on his face with less dread than his wife. 

For she who had held him so long could not hold him — 
Though a four-month Eternity should have controlled him ! — 

But watched the twin Terror — the head turned to head — 
The scowling, scarred Black, and the flushed savage Red — 

The spirit that changed from her knowing and flew to 
Some grim hidden Past she had never a clue to. 

But It knew as It grinned, for he touched it unfearing, 
And muttered aloud, "So you kept that jade earring!" 

Then nodded, and kindly, as friend nods to friend, 
"Old man, you fought well, but you lost in the end." 

The visions departed, and Shame followed Passion: — 
"He took what I said in this horrible fashion? 

*'/*// writ6 to Harendra!" With language unsainted 

The Captain came back to the Bride . . . who had fainted. 

And this is a fiction? No. Go to Simoorie 
And look at their baby, a twelve-month old Houri^ 


A pert little, Irisb-eycd Kathleen Mavoumin — 
She's alwavs about on the MaU of a momin' — 


And you'll see, if her right shoalder-strap is displacedj 
This: Gules upon argeni^ a Boh*s Head, ermsed! 


I 887 

j^ R-HEB beyond ihe HiUs ^ Ao^^ai 

Bears witness to the truths and Ao^afmi 
Hath told the men rf Garukh. Thence the tak 
Comes westward 6*er the peaks to India, 

The stor\' of Bisesa, Armod's child, — 
A maiden plighted to the Chief in War, 
The Man of Sixty Spears, who held the Pass 
That leads to Thibet, but to-day is gone 
To seek his comfort of the God called Budh 
The Silent — showing how the Sickness ceased 
Because of her who died to save the tribe. 

Taman is One and greater than us all, 

Taman is One and greater than all Gods: 

Taman is Two in One and rides the sky, 

Curved like a stallion's croup, from dusk to dawn. 

And drums upon it with his heels, by which 

Is bred the neighing thunder in the hills. 

This is Taman, the God of all Er-Heb, 

Who was before all Gods, and made all Gods, 

And presently will break the Gods he made. 

And step upon the Earth to govern men 

Who give him milk-dry ewes and cheat his Priest:;, 

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Or leave his shrine unlighted — as Er-Heb 
Left it unlighted and forgot Taman, 
When all the Valley followed after Kysh 

And Yabosh, little Gods but very wise, 

And from the sky Taman beheld their sin. 

He sent the Sickness out upon the hills 

The Red Horse Sickness with the iron hooves, 

To turn the Valley to Taman again. 

And the Red Horse snuffed thrice into the wind, 
The naked wind that had no fear of him; 
And the Red Horse stamped thrice upon the snow, 
The naked snows that had no fear of him; 
A*id the Red Horse went out across the rocks, 
-l^e ringing rocks that had no fear of him; 
^'id downward, where the lean birch meets the snow, 
^*id downward, where the grey pine meets the birch, 
^nd downward, where the dwarf oak meets the pine, 
*ill at his feet our cup-like pastures lay. 

That night, the slow mists of the evening dropped, 
dropped as a cloth upon a dead man's face. 
And weltered in the valley, bluish-white 
Like water very silent — spread abroad, 
Like water very silent, from the Shrine 
I/nlighted of Taman to where the stream 
Is dammed to fill our cattle-troughs — sent up 
White waves that rocked and heaved and stilled themselves, 
Till all the Valley glittered like a marsh. 
Beneath the moonlight, filled with sluggish mist 
Knee-deep, so that men waded as they walked. 

That night, the Red Horse grazed above the Dam, 
Beyond the cattle-troughs. Men heard him feed. 
And those that heard him sickened where they lay. 


Thus came the sickness to Er-Heb, and slew 
Ten men, strong men, and of the women four; 
And the Red Horse went hillward with the dawn. 
But near the cattle-troughs his hoof-print lay. 

That night) the slow mists of the evening dropped. 

Dropped as a cloth upon the dead, but rose 

A little higher, to a young girl's height; 

mi all the valley glittered like a lake. 

Beneath the moonlight, filled with sluggish mist. 

That night, the Red Horse grazed beyond the Dam 
A stoneVthrow from the troughs. Men heard him fi 
And those that heard him sickened where they lay. 
Thus came the sickness to Er-Heb, and slew 
Of men a score, and of the women eight. 
And of the children two. 

Because the road 
To Gorukh was a road of enemies, 
And Ao-Safai was blocked with early snows. 
We could not flee from out the Valley. Death 
Smote at us in a slaughter-pen, and Kysh 
Was mute as Yabosh, though the goats were slain; 
And the Red Horse grazed nightly by the stream. 
And later, outward, towards the Unlighted Shrine, 
And those that heard him sickened where they lay. 

Then said Bisesa to the Priests at dusk. 

When the white mist rose up breast-high, and choked 

The voices in the houses of the dead: — 

"Yabosh and Kysh avail not. If the Horse 

"Reach the Unlighted Shrine we surely die. 

"Ye have forgotten of all Gods the chief, 

"Taman!" Here rolled the thunder through the Hill. 

And Yabosh shook upon his pedestal. 

"Ye have forgotten of all Gods the chief 

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*'Too kmg." And all were dumb save one, who cried 
On Yaboah with the Sapphire 'twixt His knees. 
But found no answer in the smoky roof, 
And, being smitten of the sickness, died 
Before the altar of the Sapphire Shrine. 


Then said Bisesa: — "I am near to Death, 
And have the Wisdom of the Grave for gift 
To bear me on the path my feet must tread. 
If there be wealth on earth, then I am rich, 
"For Annod is the first of all Er-Heb; 
'*If there be beauty on the earth," — her eyes 
Dropped for a moment to the temple floor, — 
*^ Ye know that I am fair. If there be Love, 
** Ye know that love is mine." The Chief in War, 
The Man of Sixty Spears, broke from the press. 
And would have clasped her, but the Priests withstood. 
Saying: — "She has a message from Taman." 
Then said Bisesa: — "By my wealth and love 
^' And beauty, I am chosen of the God 
"'Taman." Here rolled the thunder through the Hills 
And Kvsh fell forward on the Mound of Skulls. 

In darkness, and before our Priests, the maid 

Between the altars cast her bracelets down. 

Therewith the heavy earrings Armod made, 

^lien he was young, out of the water-gold 

Of Gorukh — threw the breast-plate thick with jade 

Upon the turquoise anklets — put aside 

The bands of silver on her brow and neck; 

And as the trinkets tinkled on the stones. 

The thunder of Taman lowed like a bull. 



Then said Bisesa, stretclung out her hands, 
As one in darkness fearing Devils: — ^''Help! 
"O Priests, I am a woman very weak. 
"And who am I to know the will of Gods? 
''Taman hath called me — ^whither shall I go? 
The Chief in War, the Man of Sixty Spears, 
Howled in his torment, fettered by the Priests, 
But dared not come to her to drag her forth. 
And dared not lift his spear agunst the Priests. 
Then all men wept* 

There was a Priest of Kysh 
Bent with a hundred winters, hairless, blind. 
And taloned as the great Snow-Eagle is. 
His seat was nearest to the altar-fires. 
And he was counted dumb among the Priests. 
But, whether Kysh decreed, or from Taman 
The impotent tongue found utterance we know 
As little as the bats beneath the eaves. 
He cried so that they heard who stood without: — 
**To the Unlighted Shrine!" and crept aside 
Into the shadow of his fallen God 
And whimpered, and Bisesa went her way. 

That night, the slow mists of the evening dropped. 

Dropped as a cloth upon the dead, and rose 

Above the roofs, and by the Unlighted Shrine 

Lay as the slimy water of the troughs 

When murrain thins the cattle of Er-Heb: 

And through the mist men heard the Red Horse feed 

In Armod's house they burned Bisesa's dower. 
And killed her black bull Tor, and broke her wheel. 
And loosed her hair, as for the marriage-feast. 
With cries more loud than mourning for the dead. 

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Across the fields, from Armod*s dwelling-place, 

We heard Bisesa weeping where she passed 

To seek the Unlighted Shrine; the Red Horse neighed 

And followed her, and on the river-mint 

His hooves struck dead and heavy in our ears. 

Oct t of the mists of evening, as the star 
(^f Ao-Safai climbs through the black snow-blurs 
To show the Pass is clear, Bisesa stepped 
IJjpon the great grey slope of mortised stone, 
TA.C Causeway of Taman. The Red Horse neighed 
B^Iiind her to the Unlighted Shrine — then fled 
Koxth to the Mountain where his Stable lies. 

TW^y know who dared the anger of Taman, 
A*^cl watched that night above the clinging mists, 
'f^T' up the hill, Bisesa's passing in. 

'S^e set her hand upon the carven door, 
fouled by a myriad bats, and black with time. 
Whereon is graved the Glory of Taman 
In letters older than the Ao-Safai; 
^nd twice she turned aside and twice she wept. 
Cast down upon the threshold, clamouring 
For him she loved — the Man of Sixty Spears, 
And for her father, — and the black bull Tor, 
Hers and her pride. Yea, twice she turned away 
Before the awful darkness of the door, 
And the great horror of the Wall of Man 
Where Man is made the plaything of Taman, 
An Eyeless Face that waits above and laughs. 

But the third time she cried and put her palms 
Against the hewn stone leaves, and prayed Taman 
To spare Er-Heb and take her life for price. 


They know who watched, the doors were rent apart 
And closed upon Bisesa, and the rain 
Broke like a flood across the Valley, washed 
The mist away; but louder than the ram 
The thunder of Taman filled men with fear. 

Some say that from the Unlighted Shrine she cried 

For succour, very pitifully, thrice. 

And others that she sang and had no fear. 

And some that there was neither song nor cry. 

But only thunder and the lashing rain. 

Howbeit, in the morning men rose up, 
Perplexed with horror, crowding to the Shrine. 
And when Er-Heb was gathered at the doors 
The Priests made lamentation and passed in 
To a strange Temple and a God they feared 
But knew not. 

From the crevices the grass 
Had thrust the altar-slabs apart, the walls 
Were grey with stains unclean, the roof-beams swell 
With many-coloured growth of rottenness. 
And lichen veiled the Image of Taman 
In leprosy. The Basin of the Blood 
Above the altar held the morning sun: 
A winking ruby on its heart. Below, 
Face hid in hands, the maid Bisesa lay. 

Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Sajai 
Bears witness to the truths and Ao-Safai 
Hath told the men of Gorukh. Thence the tak 
Comes westward oer the peaks to India, 

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r\ WOE is me for the merry life 

I led beyond the Bar, 
And a treble woe for my winsome wife 
That weeps at Shaiimar. 

They have taken away my long jezail \ 

My shield and sabre fine. 
And heaved me into the Central Jail 

For lifting of the kine. 


The steer may low within the byre^ 

The Jat may tend his grain, 
But there'll be neither loot nor fire 

Till I come back again. 

And God have mercy on the Jat 

When once my fetters fall. 
And Heaven defend the farmer's hut 

When I am loosed from thrall. 

It's woe to bend the stubborn back 

Above the grinching quern, 
It's woe to hear the leg-bar clack 

And jingle when I turn! 

But for the sorrow and the shame, 

The brand on me and mine, 
I'll pay you back in leaping flame 

And loss of the butchered kine. 

"Native gun. 


For every cow I spared before — 

In charity set free — 
If I may reach my hold once more 

I'll reive an honest three. 

For every time I raised the lowe 
That scared the dusty plun. 

By sword and cord, by torch and tow 
I'll light the land wilji twain! 

Kde hard, ride hard to Abazai, 

Young Sahib with the yellow hur — 

LJe close, lie close as Khuttucks* lie. 
Fat herds below Bonair! 

The one I'll shoot at twilight-tide. 
At dawn I'll drive the other; 

The black shall mourn for hoof and hide. 
The white man for his brother. 

"Tis war, red war, I'll give you then, 

War till my sinews fail; 
For the wrong you have done to a chief of men, 

And a thief of the Zukka Khey). 

And if I fall to your hand afresh 

I give you leave for the sin, 
That you cram my throat with the foul pig's flesh. 

And swing me in the skin! 

'A tribe on the Indian fronrier. 

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^^^TOW the Four-way Lodge is opened, now the Hunting 
Winds are kxisc — 
Now the Smokes of Spring go up to clear the brain; 
^I'^Dw the Young Men's hearts are troubled for the whisper of 
the Trues, 
Now the Red Gods make their medicine again! 
^^^bo hath seen the beaver busied? Who hath watched the 
black-tail mating? 
Who hath lain alone to hear the wild-goose cry? 
'Who hath worked the chosen water where the ouananiche is 
Or the sea-trout's jumping-crazy for the fly? 

He musigp—fo — go away from here ! 

On thi oiher side the world he's overdue, 
'Send your road is clear before you when the old Spring- 
fret comes o^eryouy 

And the Red Gods call for you I 

^ for one the wet sail arching through the rainbow round 
the bow, 
And for one the creak of snow-shoes on the crust; 
And for one the lakeside lilies where the bull-moose waits the 
And for one the mule-train coughing in the dust. 
^ »^o hath smelt wood-smoke at twilight? Who hath heard 
the birch-log burning? 
Who is Quick to read the noises of the night? 
^t him follow with the others, for the Young Men's feet arc 
To the camps of proved desire and known delight! 

Let him go — go^ etc. 



Do you know the blackened timber — do you know thatndfll 
With the raw, right-angled log-jam at the end; 
And the bar of sun-warmed shingle where a man may btfk 
and dream 
To the click of shod canoe-poles round die bend? 
It is there that we are going with our rods and reels and tno»i 

To a silent, smoky Indian that we know — 
To a couch of new-puUed hemlock, with the stariight oooor 
faces, y 

For the Red Gods call us out and we must go! 

Thry must go^gOy etc. 


Do you know the shallow Baltic where the seas are steep and 

Where the bluff, lee-boarded fishing-luggers ride? 
Do you know the joy of threshing leagues to leeward of yoot 
On a coast youVe lost the chart of overside? 
It is there that I am going, with an extra hand to bale her — 

Just one able 'long-shore loafer that I know. 
He can take his chance of drowning, while I sail and sail and 
sail her. 
For the Red Gods call me out and I must go! 

He must go — gOy etc. 


Do you know the pile-buiIt village where the sago-dealer 
trade — 
Do you know the reek of fish and wet bamboo? 
Do you know the steaming stillness of the orchid-seen to 

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^V^ien die blazoned, bird-winged butterflies flap through? 
I "^ is there that I am going with my camphor, net, and boxes, 
To a gentle, yellow pirate that I know — 

my little wailing lemurs, to my palms and flying-foxes. 
Tor the Red Gods call me out and I must go! 

He musi go—go^ etc. 


you know the world's white roof-tree — do you know that 
windy rift 
Where the baflUng mountain-eddies chop and change? 
you know the long day's patience, belly-down on frozen 
While the head of heads is feeding out of range? 
It is there that I am going, where the boulders and the snow' 
With a trusty, nimble tracker that I know. 
I hive sworn an oath, to keep it on the Horns of Ovis Poll, 
And the Red Gods call me out and I must go! 

He musi go — jo, etc. 

^ow the Four-way Lodge is opened — now the Smokes of 
Council rise — 
Pleasant smokes, ere yet 'twixt trail and trail they choose — 
^^ow the girths and ropes are tested: now they pack their last 
Now our Young Men go to dance before the Trues! 
Who shall meet diem at those altars — who shall light them 
to that shrine? 
Velvet-footed, who shall guide them to their goal ? 
Unto each the voice and vision: unto each his spoor and 

sign — 
Lonely mountain in the Northland, misty sweat-bath 'neath 
the Line — 


And to each a man that knows his naked soul! 
White or yellow, black or copper, he is waiting, as a lover, 

Smoke of funnel, dust of hooves, or beat of train — 
Where the high grass hides the horseman or the glaiing Sia 

discover — 

Where the steamer hails the landing, or the surf-boat hnnp 

the rover — i 

Where the rails run out In sand-drift . . . Qinck! ^ 

heave the camp-lut over, 

For the Red Gods make thdr medicine agaial 

jind vie go — jo — -go away from here ! 

On the other tide the world we 're overdue I 
'Send the road is clear before you when the old Sflin^ 
frel comei o'er you. 

And the Red Gods call for you ! 


TTIESE are our regulations — 

There's just one law for the Scout 
And the first and the last, and the present and the paM^ 
And the future and the perfect is "Look out!" 

I, thou and he, look out! 

We, ye and they, look out! 

Though you didn't or you wouldn't 

Or you hadn't or you couldn't; 

You jolly well must look out! 

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Look out, when you start for the day 

That your kit is packed to your mind; 
There is no use going away 

With half of it left behind. 
Look out that your laces are tight. 

And your boots are easy and stout. 
Or you'll end with a blister at nighty 

(Chorus) All Patrols look out! 

Look out for the birds of the air. 

Look out for the beasts of the field — 
They'll tell you how and where 

The other side's concealed. 
When the blackbird bolts from the copse, 

Or the cattle are staring about. 
The wise commander stops 

And (chorus) All Patrols look out! 

Look out when your front is clear, 

And you feel you are bound to win. 
Look out for your flank and your rear — 

That's where surprises begin. 
For the rustle that isn't a rat. 

For the splash that isn't a trout, 
For the boulder that may be a hat 

(Chorus) All Patrols look out! 

For the innocent knee-high grass. 

For the ditch that never tells. 
Look out! Look out ere you pass — 

And look out for everything else! 
A sign mis-read as you run 

May turn retreat to a rout— 
For all things under the sun 

(Chorus) All Patrols look out! 


Look out when your temper goes 

At the end of a losing game; 
When your boots are too tight for your toes: 

And you answer and ai^e and blame. 
It's the hardest part of the Law, 

But it has to oe learnt by the Scout — 
For whining and shirking and "jaw" 

{Chorus) All Patrols look out! 



Y^AI^^> ^th tent and rifle, our careless white men go 
By the pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale below. 
Yearly by Muttianee he follows our white men in — 
Matun, the old blind beggar, bandaged from brow to chin. 

Eyeless, noseless, and lipless — toothless, broken of speech, 
Seeking a dole at the doorway he mumbles his tale to each; 
Over and over the story, ending as he began: 
"Make ye no truce with Adam-zad — the Bear that walks Bt^ 
a Man ! 

"There was a flint in my musket — pricked and primed w** 

the pan, 
When I went hunting Adam-zad — the Bear that stands lil^^ 

a Man. 
I looked my last on the timber, I looked my last on the sno^' 
When I went hunting Adam-zad fifty summers ago! 

"I knew his times and his seasons, as he knew mine, that fe^ 
Bv night in the ripened maizefield and robbed my house o^ 

I knew his strength and cunning, as he knew mine, diat crept 
At dawn to the crowded goat-pens and plundered while I slept. 

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**Up from his stony playground — down from his well-digged 

CXit on the naked ridges ran Adam-zad the Bear; 
Groaning, grunting, and roaring, heavy with stolen meals. 
Two long marches to northward, and I was at his heels! 


Two long marches to northward, at the fall of the second 

I ctme on mine enemy Adam-zad all panting from his flight. 
There was a charge in the musket — pricked and primed was 

die pan — 
My finger crooked on the trigger — ^when he reared up like 

a man. 

**Horrible, hairy, human, with paws like hands in prayer. 

Miking his supplication rose Adam-zad the Bear! 

I looked at the swaying shoulders, at the paunch's swag and 

And my heart was touched with pity for the monstrous, plead- 
ing thing. 

Touched with pity and wonder, I did not fire then . . . 
1 have looked no more on women — I have walked no more 

with men. 
^'earer he tottered and nearer, with paws like hands that 

From brow to jaw that steel-shod paw, it ripped my face 

"Sudden, silent, and savage, searing as flame the blow — 
Faceless I fell before his feet, fifty summers ago. 
I heard him grunt and chuckle — I heard him pass to his den. 
He left me blind to the darkened years and the little mercy of 


"Now ye go down in the morning .with guns of the ncwtf I 
style, I 

That load (I have felt) in the middie and range (I have hcuii) I 
a mile? 

Luck to the white man's rifle, that shoots so fast and tnK} 

But — pay, and I lift my bandage and ihow wliat tbe i 
can do!" 

(Flesh like slag in the fiimace, knobbed and withered tiA 

Matun, the old blind beggar, he pves good worth for at 

"Rouse htm at noon in the bushes, (tdlow and press him hinl- 
Not for his ragings and roarings flindi ye from Adam-zuL 

"But (pay, and I put back the bandage) this is the time V 

When he stands up like a tired man, tottering near and wtti 
When he stands up as pleading, in wavering, man-brute guX) 
When he veils the hate and cunning of his little, swinish eyA 

"When he shows as seeking quarter, with paws like handl> 

prayer, ^ ' 

Thai is the rime of peril — the time of the Truce of die Bearl 

Eyeless, noseless, and lipless, aslrii^ a dole at the door, 
Matun, the old blind beggar, he tells it o'er and o'er; 
Fumbling and feeling the rifles, warming his hands st dlB 

Hearing our careless white men talk of the morrow's game; 

Over and over the story, ending as he hqnn: — 

" T/iert is ito truce mth Admi^Md, At Bear that hoks Skt « 

Man !" 

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I 9 I 8 

^OD rest you, pewctfol gentlemen, let nothing you dismay, 
But — cleave your sports a little while — the dead arc borne 
this way! 
Annies dead and Gdes dead, past all count or care. 
God rest you, merry gentlemen, what portent see you there? 
Snging: — Break ground for a wearied host 
That have no ground to keep. 
Give them the rest that they covet most . . . 
And who shall next to sleep, good sirs. 
In such a trench to sleep? 

God rest you, peaceful gentlemen, but give us leave to pass. 
We go to dig a nation's grave as great as England was. 
For this Kingdom and this Glory and this Power and this Pride 
Three hundred years it flourished — in three hundred days it 
Singing: — Pour oil for a frozen throng. 
That lie about the ways. 
Give them the warmth they have lacked so 

long . . . 
And what shall be next to blaze, good sirs. 
On such a pyre to blaze? 

God rest you, thoughtful gentlemen, and send your sleep is light ! 
Remains of this dominion no shadow, sound, or sight, 
Except the sound of weeping and the sight of burning fire, 
And die shadow of a people that is trampled into mire. 
Singing: — Break bread for a starving folk 

That perish in the field. 

Give them their food as they take the yoke . . . 

And who shall be next to yield, good sirs, 

For such a bribe to yield? 


God rest you, merry gentlemen, and keep you in your mirth! 
Was ever Kingdom turned so soon to ashes, blood, and earth? 
'Twixt the summer and the snow — seeding-time and frost- 
Arms and victual, hope and counsel, name and country lost* 
Singing: — Let down by the foot and ihe head — 

Shovel and smooth it ail! 

So do we bury a Nation dead . . . 

And who shall be next to fall, good nrs. 

With your good help to fall? 


I 903 

npHE Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay: 
"Our World is full of wickedness, My Children maim and 

"And the Saint and Seer and Prophet 
"Can make no better of it 

"Than to sanctify and prophesy and pray. 

" Rise up, rise up, thou Dives, and take again thy gold, 
"And thy women and thy housen as they were to thee of olc^ 

"It may be grace hath found thee 

"In the furnace where We bound thee, 
"And that thou shalt bring the peace My Son foretold." 

Then merrily rose Dives and leaped from out his fire. 
And walked abroad with diligence to do the Lord's desire; 

And anon the battles ceased. 

And the captives were released, 
And Earth had rest from Goshen to Gadire. 

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The Word came down to Satan that raged and roared alone, 
*Mid the shouting of the peoples by the cannon overthrown 

(But the Prophets, Saints, and Seers 

Set each other by the ears, 
Por each would claim the marvel as his own) : 

" Rise up, rise up, thou Satan, upon the Earth to go, 
** And prove the Peace of Dives if it be good or no: 

"For all that he hath planned 

"We deliver to thy hand, 
''As thy skill shall serve, to break it or bring low/' 

Then mightily rose Satan, and about the Earth he hied, 
And breathed on Kings in idleness and Princes drunk with 

But for all the wrong he breathed 

There was never sword unsheathed, 
-And the fires he lighted flickered out and died. 

^eii terribly rose Satan, and he darkened Earth afar, 
Till he came on cunning Dives where the money-changers 

And he saw men pledge their gear 

Por the gold that buys the spear, 
Aftci the helmet and the habergeon of war. 

Yea to Dives came the Persian and the Syrian and the Mede — 
And their hearts were nothing altered, nor their cunning nor 
their greed — 
And they pledged their flocks and farms 
For the King-compelling arms. 
And Dives lent according to their need. 


Then Satan said to Dives: — "Retarn again with me, 
"Who hast broken His Commandment in the day .He K 

free, ' 1 

"Who grindest for thy greed, 1 

"Man's belly-pinch ud need; 
"And the blood of Man tD filthy naury)** 

Then sofdy answered IMves where the money-diaBaat ^^*^ 
"My rcfiige is Our Master, O Mf Matter hi the nt. 

" But behcdd all Earth ia laid 

"In the Peace iriiich I hare mfd^ 
"And behold I wut on thee to trottUe itl" 

Then angrily turned Satan> and aboat the Seat he ied, ^_ 
To shake the new-aown peoples with baolt, doabt, and dn^^** 
' But, for all the sleight he used. 
There was never squadron loMed. 
And the brands he flung flew dying and fell dead. 

But to Dives came Atlantis and the Captains of the West — ""^ 
And their hates were nothing weakened nor their anger ^^ 
unrest — 

And they pawned their utmost trade 

For the dry, decreeing blade; 
And Dives lent and took of them their best. 

Then Satan said to Dives: — "Declare thou by The Name^'* 
"The secret of thy subtlety that tumeth mine to diame. 

"It is known through all the Hells 

"How my peoples mocked my spells, 
"And my faithless Kings denied me ere I came." 

Then answered cunning Dives: " Do not gold and hate alHd»* 
" At the heart of every Magic, yea, and senseless fear bettde ^ 

"With gold and fear and hate 

"I have harnessed state to state, 
"And by hate and fear and gold th«r hates arc tied. 

c « 

t « 

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For hate men seek a weapon, for fear they seek a shield — 
Keener blades and broader targes than their frantic neigh- 
hours wield — 
**For gold I arm their hands, 
And for gold I buy their lands, 
And for gold I sell their enemies the yield. 



Their nearest foes may purchase, or their furthest friends 

may lease. 
One by one from Ancient Accad to the Islands of the Seas. 
** And their covenants they make 
For the naked iron's sake. 
But I — I trap them armoured into peace. 


"Tlie flocks that Egypt pledged me to Assyria I drave, 
"And Pharaoh hath the increase of the herds that Sargon 
** Not for Ashdod overthrown 
** Will the Kings destroy their own, 
"Oi- their peoples wake the strife they feign to brave. 

T^ not Carchemish like Calno? For the steeds of their 

TFicy have sold me seven harvests that I sell to Crowning 
** -And the Tyrian sweeps the plains 
With a thousand hired wains, 
*' \nQ the Cities keep the peace and — share the hire. 

•*Hast thou seen the pride of Moab? For the swords about 

^ bond is to Philistia, in half of all he hath. 
^^ And he dare not draw the sword 
,, *iil Gaza give the word, 
-^d he show release from Askalon and Gath. 


"'Wilt thou call again thy peoples, wilt thou craze anew d^^ 

"Lo! my lightnings pass before thee, and their whistling 
servant brings, 
"Ere the drowsy street hath stirred — 
"Every masked and midnight word, 
''And the nations break their fast upon these things. 

''So I make a jest of Wonder, and a mock of Time and Space 
"The roofless Seas an hostel, and the Earth a market-place, 

"Where the anxious traders know 

" Each is surety for his foe, 
"And none may thrive without his fellows* grace. 

"Now this is all my subtlety and this is all my wit, 
"God give thee good enlightenment. My Master in the Pit 

"But behold all Earth is laid 

"In the Peace which I have made, 
"And behold I wait on thee to trouble it!" 


I 899 

"^OW, this is the cup the White Men drink 

When they go to right a wrong, 
And that is the cup of the old world's hate — 

Cruel and strained and strong. 
We have drunk that cup — and a bitter, bitter cup — 

And tossed the dregs away. 
But well for the world when the White Men drink 

To the dawn of the White Man's day! 

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Nowy this is the road that the White Men tread 

When they go to clean a land — 
Iron underfoot and levin overhead 

And the deep on either hand. 
We have trod that road — and a wet and windy road — 

Our chosen star for guide. 
Oh, weU for the world when the White Men tread 

Their highway side by side! 

Nowy this is the faith that the White Men hold 

When they build their homes afar — 
** Freedom for ourselves and freedom for our sons 

Andy failing freedom. War." 
We have proved our faith — bear witness to our faith, 

Dear souls of freemen slain! 
Oh, well for the world when the White Men join 

To prove their faith again! 



When Gennany proposed that England should help her in a naval dem- 
onstration to collect debts from Venezuela.) 

npHE banked oars fell an hundred strong, 
And backed and threshed and ground. 
But bitter was the rowers' song 
As they brought the war-boat round. 

They had no heart for the rally and roar 
That makes the whale-bath smoke — 

When the great blades cleave and hold and leave 
As one on the racing stroke. 


They sang^-^'What reckoning do yoa keep. 

And steer her by what star, 
If we come unscathed from lit Southern deep 

To be wrecked on a Baltic bar? 

*^Last night you swore our voyage was done» 

But seaward still we go. 
And you tell us now of a secret vow 

You have made with an open foe! 

''That we must lie off a lighdess coast 

And haul and back and veer. 
At the will of die breed that have wronged us m< 

For a year and a year and a year! 

'^There was never a shame in Christendie 

They laid not to our door — 
And you say we must take the winter sea 

And sail with them once more? 

"Look South! The gale is scarce o'erpast 
That stripped and laid us down. 

When we stood forth but they stood fast 
And prayed to see us drown. 

"Our dead they mocked are scarcely cold. 

Our wounds are bleeding yet — 
And you tell us now that our strength is sold 

To help them press for a debt! 

" 'Neath all the flags of all mankind 

That use upon the seas. 
Was there no other fleet to find 

That you strike hands with these? 

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^K)f evil times that men can choose 

On evil fate to fall, 
What brooding Judgment let you loose 

To pick the worst of all ? 

"In sight of peace — from the Narrow Seas 

O'er half the world to run — 
With SL cheated crew, to league anew 

With the Goth and the shameless Hunl" 



^OW this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser 

To ease the strong of their burden, to help the weak in their 

He sent a word to the peoples, who struggle, and pant, and 

That the straw might be counted fairly and the tally of bricks 

be set. 

The Lords of Their Hands assembled. From the East and 

the West they drew — 
Baltimore, Lille, and Essen, Brummagem, Clyde, and Crewe. 
And some were black from the furnace, and some were brown 

from the soil. 
And some were blue from the dye-vat; but all were wearied of 


And the young King said: — **I have found it, the road to 

the rest ye seek: 
**Thc strong shall wait for the weary, the hale shall halt for 

the weak; 


'* With the even tramp of an army where no man breab fnn 

the line, 
"Ye shall march to peace and plenty in the bond of brotber 

hood — sign!" 

The paper lay on the table, the strong heads bowed theitbf) 
And a wail went up firom the peoples: — "Ay, sign— j^ 

rest, for we die!" 
A hand was stretched to the goose-quill, a fist was cramped to 

When — the laugh of a blue-eyed maiden ran clear throog^ 

the council-hall. 

And each one heard Her laughing as each one saw Her 

plain — 
Saidie, Mimi, or Olga, Gretchen, or Mary Jane. 
And the Spirit of Man That is in Him to the light of the 

vision woke; 
And the men drew back from the paper, as a Yankee delegate 

spoke: — 

"There's a girl in Jersey City who works on the telephone; 
"We're going to hitch our horses and dig for a house of our 

"With gas and water connections, and steam-heat through to 

the top; 
"And, W. Hohenzollern, I guess I shall work till I drop." 

And an English delegate thundered: — "The weak an' tht 

lame be blowed! 
"I've a berth in the Sou '-West workshops, a home in the 

Wandsworth Road; 
"And till the 'sociation has footed my buryin* bill, 
"I work for the kids an' the missus. Pull up! I'll be damned 

if I will!" 

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. over the Gennan benches the bearded whisper ran: — 
iger, der giris und der dollars, dey makes or dey breaks 

a man. 
Schmitt haf collared der dollars, he collars der girl 

It if Schmitt bust in der pizness, we collars der girl from 


y passed one resolution: — "Your sub-committee believe 
Ri can lighten the curse of Adam when you've lifted the 

curse of Eve. 
It till we are built like angels, with hanuner and chisel 

and pen, 
e will work for ourselves and a woman, for ever and ever, 


7 this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser held — 
day that they razored the Grindstone, the day that the 

Cat was belled, 
day of the Figs from Thistles, the day of the Twisted 

day that the laugh of a maiden made light of the Lords of 

Their Hands. 


I 9 I 8 

T^HIS is the State above the Law. 

The State exists for the State alone.' 
[This is a gland at the back of the jaw ^ 
And an answering lump by the collar-bone^ 

Some die shouting in gas or fire; 

Some die silent, by shell and shot. 
Some die desperate, caught on the wire; 

Some die suddenly. This will not. 


"Regis suprema voluntas Lex" 

ill will follow Ike regular course of — throaUA 
Some die pinned by the broken decks. 

Some die sobbing between the boats. 

Some die eloquent, pressed to death 

By die iliding trench as their friends can \ 

Some die whdiy in half a breath. 
Some — pve trouble for half a year. 

" There is neidierETilMr'aaddiB life \ 
Except n die needs of the State onUa^ 

[Since it is rmtkir too lattfttM Jbtrjjllr, 
All toe can do is to mask thi ^MK.] 

Some die saindy io faith and Hope — 
One died thus in a prison-yard — 

Some <Ue broken by rape or the rope; 
Some die easily. This dies hard. 

"I wilt dash to pieces who bar my way. 

Woe to the traitor! Woe to the weak!" 
[Let him write what he wishes to say. 

It tires him out if he tries to speak.] 

Some die quiedy. Some abound 
In loud self-pity. Others spread 

Bad morale through the cots around . 
This is a type that is better dead. 

"The war was forced on me by my foes. 

All that I sought was the right to live." 
[Don't be afraid of a triple dose; 

The pain will neutralize half we give. 

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Here are the needles. See that he dies 

While the effects of the drug endure. . . . 

What is the question he asks with his eyesf — 
YeSy All'Higtiesty to Gody be sure,] 



^N EXTENDED observation of the ways and works of man. 
From the Four-mile Radius roughly to the Plains of 

I have drunk with mixed assemblies, seen the racial ruction 

'^nd the men of half Creation damning half Creation's eyes. 

I have watched them in their tantrums, all that pentecostal 

Pnnch, Italian, Arab, Spaniard, Dutch and Greek, and Russ 

and Jew, 
C^t and savage, buff and ochre, cream and yellow, mauve 

and white; 
^^tit never really mattered till the English grew polite; 

^lU the men with polished toppers, till the men in long frock- 

Till the men who do not duel, till the men who war with votes, 

^lUthe breed that take their pleasures as Saint Lawrence took 
his grid. 

Began to "bqg your pardon" and — the knowing croupier 

Then the bandsmen with their fiddles, and the girls that bring 

the beer. 
Felt the psychologic moment, left the lit casino clear; 


But the uninstructed alien, from the Teuton to the Ganl» 
Was entrapped, once more, my country, by that suave, deoe^ 
tive drawl. 


As it was in ancient Suez or 'neath wilder, milder skies, 
I "observe with apprehension" when the racial rucdonsriK; 
And with keener apprehension, if I read the times aright, 
Hear the old casino order: ** Watch jrour man, but be poGtfr 

" Keep your temper. Never answer {ihai was why they sptt 

and swore). 
Don't hit first, but move together (there's no hurry) to die 

Back to back, and facing outward while the linguist tells 'em 

how — 
**Nous sommes allong ah notre batteau^ nous ne voulong pAS 

un rowy^ 

So the hard, pent rage ate inward, till some idiot went too 

far . . . 
*'Let 'em have it!" and they had it, and the same was merry 

Fist, umbrella, cane, decanter, lamp and beer-mug, chair and 

boot — 
Till behind the fleeing legions rose the long, hoarse yell for 


Then the oil-cloth with its numbers, like a banner fluttered 

Then the grand piano cantered, on three castors, down the 

White, and breathing through their nostrils, silent, syste- 
matic, swift — 

They removed, effaced, abolished all that man could heave or 

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h, my country, bless the training that from cot to castle 
runs — 

Tic pitfall of the stranger but the bulwark of thy sons — 

Measured speech and ordered action, sluggish soul and un- 

rUl we wake our Island-Devil — ^nowise cool for being curbed! 

i'Vhen the heir of all the ages "has the honour to remain/' 
When he will not hear an insult, though men make it ne'er so 

is lips are schooled to meekness, when his back is 
bowed to blows — 
Well the keen aas-vogels know it — well the waiting jackal 

Boild on the flanks of Etna where the sullen smoke-pufFs 

er bathe in tropic waters where the lean fin dogs the boat — 
ock the gun that is not loaded, cook the frozen dynamite — 
ut oh, beware my Country, when my Country grows 



I 9 I 7 

^or here lay the excellent wisdom of him that built Mansoul, that the 
walls could never be broken down nor hurt by the most mighty adverse 
potentate unless the townsmen gave consent thereto." — Bun van's 
Holy JVar.) 

^ TINKER out of Bedford, 

A vagrant oft in quod, 
A private under Fairfax, 
A minister of God — 





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The Pope, the swithering Neutrals, 

The Kaiser and his Gott — 
Their roles, their goals, their naked souls — 

He knew and drew the lot. 

Now he hath left his quarters. 

In Bunhill Fields to lie. 
The wisdom that he taught us 

Is proven prophecy — 
One watchword through our Armies, 

One answer from our Lands: — 
**No dealings with Diabolus 

As long as Mansoul stands!" 

A pedlar from a hovel^ 

The lowest of the loWy 
The Father of the Novell 

Salvation's first Defoe ^ 
Eight blinded generations 

Ere Armageddon came^ 
He showed us how to meet ity 

And Bunyan was his name ! 


I 913 

^ROKE to every known mischance^ lifted over all 

By the light sane joy of life^ the buckler of the Gaul; 

Furious in luxury y merciless in toily 
Terrible with strength that draws from her tireless soil; 
Strictest judge of her own worthy gentlest of man's mindy 
first to follow Truth and last to leave old Truths be hind- 
trance y beloved of every soul that loves its fellow-kind ! 


Ere our birth (rememberest thou?) side by side we lay 
Fretting in the womb of Rome to begin our fray. 
Ere men knew our tongues apart, our one task was knowir^ 
Each to mould the other's fate as he wrought his own. 
To this end we stirred mankind till all Elarth was ours. 
Till our world-end strifes begat wayside Thrones and Powers-^ 
Puppets that we made or broke to bar the other's path- 
Necessary, outpost-folk, hirelings of our wrath. 
To this end we stormed the seas, tack for tack, and burst 
Through the doorways of new worlds, doubtful which w^ 

Hand on hilt (rememberest thou?) ready for the blow — 
Sure, whatever else we met, we should meet our foe. 
Spurred or balked at every stride by the other's strength, 
So we rode the ages down and every ocean's length! 

Where did you refrain from us or we refrain from you? 
Ask the wave that has not watched war between us two! 
Others held us for a while, but with weaker charms. 
These we quitted at the call for each other's arms. 
Eager toward the known delight, equally we strove — 
Each the other's mystery, terror, need, and love. 
To each other's open court with our proofs we came. 
Where could we find honour else, or men to test our claim? 
From each other's throat we wrenched — valour's last re 

ward — 
That extorted word of praise gasped 'twixt lunge and guard 
In each other's cup we poured mingled blood and tears. 
Brutal joys, unmeasured hopes, intolerable fears — 
All that soiled or salted life for a thousand years. 
Proved beyond the need of proof, matched in every c^me, 
O Companion, we have lived greatly through all time! 

Yoked in knowledge and remorse, now we come to rest. 
Laughing at old villainies that Time has turned to jest; 
Pardoning old necessities no pardon can efface — 
That undying sin we shared in Rouen market-place. 

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Kow we watch the new years shape, wondering if they hold 
Fiercer lightnings in their heart than we launched of old. 
Now we hear new voices rise, question, boast or gird, 
Ai wc raged (rememberest thou?) when our crowds were 

Now we count new keels afloat, and new hosts on land, 
Mined like ours (rcmcmbcrcst thou?) when our strokes were 

We were schooled for dear life's sake, to know each other's 

What can Blood and Iron make more than we hare made? 
We hare learned by keenest use to know each other's mind. 
What shaU Blood and Iron loose that we cannot bind? 
Wt who swept each other's coast, sacked each other's home, 
Since the sword of Brennus clashed on the scales at Rome 
Listen, count and close again, wheeling girth to girth. 
In the linked and steadfast guard set for peace on earth! 

^nke to erery known mischance, lifted orer all 

By the light sane joy of life, the buckler of the Gaul; 

Furious in luxury, merciless in toil. 

Terrible with strength renewed from a tireless soil; 

Strictest judge of her own worth, gendest of man's mind, 

First to face the Truth and last to leave old Truths behind — 

Fnnce, belorcd of crery soul that loves or serves its kind! 


I 903 

DEFORE a midnight breaks in storm, 

Or herded sea in wrath, 
Ye know what warcring gusts inform 
The greater tempest's path? 
TiU the loosed wind 
Drive all lirom mind. 


Enxpt IHstren, wfaidi, lo will prapbeu err, 

O'ercjune titem, houteleai, fiom die ""hiwt iiig ■IK^v■^^ 

Ere riven ktgae aguiut the land 

In piratTT m flcx^ 
Te know wtut waten tteal and ttsnd 
Where seldom water atnocL 
Yet iriw will noce, 
TiU 6dds afloat^ 

And waahen cucaat and die retnnung wdD* 

'Tnunpet what dicte poor beraldi strove to tdtf 

Ye know who lue die Ciyatal Ball 
CTo peer by atealth on Doom)* 
The9i«lethat.sha{HBgfiittofall, . 
Prepares an empty rocun. 
Inen doth It pass 
Like breath from glass. 
But, on the extorted vision bowed intend 
No man considers why It came or went. 

Before the years reborn behold 

Themselves mth stranger eycj 
And the sport-making Gods of cJd, 
Like Samson slaying, die. 
Many shall hear 
The all-pregnant sphere, 
Bow to the birth and sweat, but — speech denied — 
Sit dumb or — dealt in part — fall weak and wide. 

Yet instant to fore-shadowed need 

The eternal balance swings; 
That winged men the Fates may breed 
So soon as Fate hath wings. 
These shall possess 
Our littleness. 
And in the imperial task (as worthy) lay < 

Up our lives' all to piece one giant Day. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 339 



T^HEY christened my brother of old — 

And a saintly name he bears — 
They gave him his place to hold 

At the head of the belfry-stairs, 

Where the minster-towers stand 
And the breeding kestrels cry. 

Would I change with my brother a league inland? 
{Shoal! Ware shoal!) Not I! 

In the flush of the hot June prime, 

O'ersleek flood-tides afire, 
I hear hiln hurry the chime 

To the bidding of checked Desire; 

Till the sweated ringers tire 
^And the wild bob-majors die. 

Could I wait for my turn in the godly choir? 
iShoal! 'fTare shoal!) Not!! 

When the smoking scud is blown — 

When the greasy wind-rack lowers — 
Apart and at peace and alone, 

He counts the changeless hours. 

He wars with darkling Powers 
(I war with a darkling sea); 

Would he stoop to my work in the gusty mirk? 
{Shoal! Ware shoal!) Not he ! 

There was never a priest to pray, 

There was never a hand to toll, 
When they made me guard of the bay. 

And moored me over the shoal . 


I rock, I reel, and I roll — 
My lour great hanunen dy — 

Could 1 speak or be adl at the Churdi'* «ai? 
(^Am// Wtmshindl) Not It 

The landmuxl marka have fiukdi 

The fog<bank ^ides un^oeaNd, 
The seftward lights are voled* 

The apent dm fetgns her lert: 

But my ear is lud to her bteaat^ 
I lift to the swell — I cryl 

Could I wait in sloth on the Church's oath? 
iShoal! 'IFanshoai!) Not II 

At the careless end of night 

I thrill to the nearing screw; % 

I turn in the clearing light 

And I call to the drowsy crew; 

And the mud boils foul and blue 
As the blind bow backs away. 

Will they give mc their thanks if they clear the ban 
{Shoal! • (fare shoal!) Not they! 

The beach-pools cake and skim. 

The bursting spray-heads freeze, 
I gather on crown and rim 

The grey, grained ice of the seas, 

Where, sheathed from bitt to trees, 
The plunging colliers He. 

Would I barter my place for the Church's grao 
{Shoal ! 'IFare shoal I) Not I ! 

Through the blur of the whirling snow, 

Or the black of the inky sleet. 
The lanterns gather and grow, 

And I look for the homeward fleet. 

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Rattle of block and sheet — 
* Ready about — stand by!" 

Shall I ask them a fee ere they fetch the quay ? 
iShoaJ! 'fVare shoal I) Not I! 

I dip and I surge and I swing 

In the rip of the racing tide, 
By the gates of doom I sing, 

On the horns of death I ride. 

A ship-length overside. 
Between the course and the sand. 

Fretted and bound I bide 
Peril whereof I cry. 

Would I change with my brother a league inland? 
{Shoal! Ware shoal!) Not I! 

October 9, 1899 

(Outbreak of Boer ff^ar) 

HERE is nothing new nor aught unproven^* say the Trum- 

Many feet have worn it and the road is old indeed. 
"// is the King — the King we schooled aforetime ! " 
(Trumpets in the marshes — in the eyot at Runnymede !) 

Here is neither haste^ nor hatey nor anger^^ peal the Trumpets y 
'* Pardon for his penitence or pity for his fall. 

^If is the King ! " — inexorable Trumpets — 
[Trumpets round the scaffold at the dawning by Whiteluill!) 


*'He hath veiled the Crown and hid the Sceptre^** wan the Tnm- 
**He hath changed the fashion of the lies thai cloak his wiS. 
"Hard die the Kings— ah hard— dooms hard/" declmt it 
Trumpets at the gang-plank where the hrawling troapMB 

Ancient and Unteachablcy abide — abide the Trumpets! 
Once again the Trumpets^ for the shuddering ground-swd 
Clamour over ocean of the harsh^ pursuing Trumpets — 
Trumpets of the Vanguard that have sworn no truce mA 
. Kings! 

All we have of freedom, all we use or know — 
This our fathers bought for us long and long ago. 

Ancient Right unnoticed as the breath we draw — 
Leave to live by no maix's leave, underneath the Law. 

Lance and torch and tumult, steel and grey-goose wing 
Wrenched it, inch and ell and all, slowly from the King. 

Till our fathers 'stablished, after bloody years, 
How our King is one with us, first among his peers. 

So they bought us freedom — not at little cost — 
Wherefore must we watch the King, lest our gain be lost. 

Over all things certain, this is sure indeed, 
Suffer not the old King: for we know the breed. 

Give no ear to bondsmen bidding us endure. 

Whining "He is weak and far"; crying "Time shall cure" 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 343 

crime himself is witness, till the battle joins, 
1>eeper strikes the rottenness in the people's loins.) 

f Caive no heed to bondsmen masking war with peace. 
SufiFer not the old King here or overseas. 

They that beg us barter — wait his yielding mood — 
¥k(^ the years we hold in trust — pawn our brother's 
blood — 

Bowso' great their clamour, whatsoe'er their claim, 
Snfier not the old King under any name! 

Hen is naugfU unproven — here is naught to learn. 
It is written what shall fall if the King return. 

He shall mark our goings, question whence we came. 
Set his guards about us, as in Freedom's name. 

He shall take a tribute, toll of all our ware; 

He shall change our gold for arms — arms we may not bear. 

He shall break his Judges if they cross his word; 
He shall rule above the Law calling on the Lord. 

He shall peep and mutter; and the night shall bring 
Watchers 'neath our window, lest we mock the King — 

Hate and all division; hosts of hurrying spies; 
Money poured in secret, carrion breeding flies. 

Strangers of his counsel, hirelings of his pay. 
These shall deal our Justice : sell — deny— delay. 

We shall drink dishonour, we shall eat abuse 
For the Land we look to — for the Tongue we use. 


We shall take our station, dirt benea^ his feet. 
While his hired captains jeer us in the street. 

Cruel in the shadow, crafty in the sun, 

Far heyond his borders shall his teachings run.. 

Sloven, sullen, savage, secret, uncontrolled, 
LajHng on a new land evil of the old — 

Long-forgotten bondage, dwarfing heart and bruft— 
All Our fathers died to loose he shall bind again. 

Here is naught at oenture, rartJom nor untrue — 
Swings the wheel /ull-:Ctrcle, brims the cup anew, \ 

Here is naught unprooen, here is nothing hid; K 

Step/or step and word/or word — so the old Kings £il 

Step by stepy and word by word: who is ruled m^ nti. 
Suffer not the old Kings: for we know the breed- 
All the right they promise — all the wrong they briwg. 
Stewards <^ the Judgment, suffer not this King I 


I 8 9 9- I 90 2 

(fliw War) 

JET US admit it fairly, as a business people should. 

We have had no end of a lesson: it will do us no end % 

Not on a single issue, or in one direction or twun, 
But conclusively, comprehensively, and several times an 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 345 

"e all our most holy illusions knocked higher than Gilde- 

roy*s kite, 
have had a jolly good lesson, and it serves us jolly well 


s was not bestowM us under the trees, nor yet in the shade 
of a tent, 

swingingly, over eleven degrees of a bare brown conti- 

01 Lamberts to Delagoa Bay, and from Pietersburg to 

the phenomenal lesson we learned — with a fulness ac* 
corded no other land. 

ms our fault, and our very great fault, and not the judg- 
ment of Heaven. 

made an Army in our own image, on an island nine by 

ich faithftilly mirrored its makers' ideals, equipment, and 
mental attitude — 

I so we got our lesson: and we ought to accept it with 

have spent two hundred million pounds to prove the fact 

once more, 
It horses are quicker than men afoot, since two and two 

make four; 
I horses have four legs, and men have two legs, and two 

into four goes twice, 
I nothing over except our lesson — and very cheap at the 


remember (this our children shall know: we are too near 

for that knowledge) 
our mere astonied camps, but Council and Creed and 



All the obese, unchallenged old things that sdfle and o?ab | 
us — J 

Have felt the efFects of the lesson we got — an advantage ■] 
money could buy us! i 

Then let us develop this marvellous asset which we akv 

And which, it may subsequently transpire, wiU be worth « I 

much as the Rand. 
Let us approach this pivotal fact in a humble yet hopeM 

mood — 
We have had no end of a lesson, it will do us no end of good! 

It was our fault, and our very great fault — and now we mit 

turn it to use. 
We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a siogk 

So the more we work and the less we talk the better rcsalti 

we shall get — 
We have had an Imperial lesson; it may make us an Empire 



I 9 I 7 

npHEY shall not return to us, the resolute, the young 

The eager and whole-hearted whom we gave: 
But the men who left them thriftily to die in their own dungy 
Shall they come with years and honour to the grave? 

They shall not return to us, the strong men coldly slain 

In sight of help denied from day to day: 
But the men who edged their agonies and chid them in theii 

Are they too strong and wise to put away? 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 347 

Otodead shall not return to us while Day and Night divide — 

Never while the bars of sunset hold. 
But the idle-minded overlings who quibbled while they died, 

Shall they thrust for high employments as of old? 

Shall we only threaten and be angry for an hour? 

When the storm is ended shall we find 
Haw softly but how swiftly they have sidled back to power 

By the favour and contrivance of their kind? 

Even while they soothe us, while they promise large amends, 

Even while they make a show of fear. 
Do they call upon their debtors, and take council with their 

To confirm and re-establish each career? 

Thdr lives cannot repay us — their death could not undo — 
The shame that they have laid upon our race. 

Bot die slothfulness that wasted and the arrogance that slew. 
Shall we leave it unabated in its place? 



VO DOUBT but ye are the People— your throne is above the 

^Iwo speaks in your presence must say acceptable things: 
^^mngihe head in worships bending the knee in fear — 
^fingingihe word well smoothen — such as a King should hear. 

f«ced by your careful fathers, ringed by your leaden seas, 
'^did ye wake in quiet and long lie down at ease; 


Till yc sud of Strife, "Vnut it itf" of die Swoid, "Itiliv 

from our ken"; 
111) ye made a sport of your dirunken hoMS aad a tojiifiB 

armed men. 
Ye sK^ped your eara to the wamii^ — ye wouU adtberbBk 

nor heed — 
Ye set your leisure before thdr toil and your hm* above ^ 

need. * 

Because of your witkss learning and your beatta of wnra 

and chaae. 
Ye grudged your sons to their aerrice and your fieUa ftr tkfe 

Ye forced them to gjean in die l^iways die straw for ik 

bricks they brought; 
Ye forced them follow in byways die craft diat ye acMf 

Ye hindered and hampered and crippled; ye thnist out cf 

sight and away 
Those that would serve you for honour and those that tend 

you for pay. 
Then were the judgments loosened; then was your dune 

At the hands of a little people, few but apt in the field. 
Yet ye were saved by a remnant (and your land's long-iufif' 

ing star), 
When your strong men cheered in thnr millions while fo*" 

striplings went to the war. 
Sons of the sheltered city — unmade, unhandled, unmeet' 
Ye pushed them raw to the battle as ye picked diem raw fno 

the street. 
And what did ye look they should compass? Warctift 

learned in a breath, 
Knowledge unto occasion at the first far view of Death? 
So? And ye train your horses and the dogs ye feed and pme! 
How are the beasts more worthy than the souls, your samficcl 
But ye said, "Their valour shall show them"; but ye Slid. 

"The end is close." 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 349 

And ]re sent them comfits and pictures to help them harry 

your foes: 
And ye vaunted your fathomless power, and ye flaunted 

your iron pride> 
Ere — ^ye fawned on the Younger Nations for the men who 

could shoot and ridel 
Then ye returned to your trinkets; then ye contented your 

l^th the flannelled fools at the wicket or the muddied oafs at 

the goals. 
Ghren to strong delusion, wholly believing a lie. 
Ye saw that the land lay fenceless, and ye let the months go 

IXftiting some easy wonder, hoping some saving sign — 
Idle — openly idle — in the lee of the forespent Line. 
Idle— except for your boasting — and what is your boasting 

If ye grudge a year of service to the lordliest life on earth? 
Ancient, erortless, ordered, cycle on cycle set, 
life so long untroubled, that ye who inherit foi^et 
It was not made with the mountains, it is not one with the 

Men, not gods, devised it. Men, not gods, must keep. 
Men, not children, servants, or kinsfolk called from afar. 
Bat each man bom in the Island broke to the matter of war. 
Soberiy and by custom taken and trained for the same. 
Each man bom in the Island entered at youth to the game — 
As it were almost cricket, not to be mastered in haste. 
But after trial and labour, by temperance, living chaste. 
At it were almost cricket — as it were even your play. 
Weighed and pondered and worshipped, and practised day 

and day. 
So ye shall bide sure-guarded when the restless lightnings 

In the womb of the blotting war-cloud, and the pallid nations 

So, tt the haggard trumpets, instant your soul shall leap 


Forthright, accoutred, accepting — alert from the wdb 

So at the threat ye shall summon — so at the need ye il 

Men, not children or servants, tempered and taught to 

Cleansed of servile panic, slow to dread or despise. 
Humble because of knowledge, mighty by sacrifice. . 
But ye say, ''It will mar our comfort/* Ye say, "It 

minish our trade." 
Do ye wait for the spattered shrapnel ere ye learn how a | 

is laid? 
For the low, red glare to southward when the raided co; 

towns bum? 
(Light ye shall have on that lesson, but little time to kai 
WiO ye pitch some white pavilion, and lustily even the oc 
With nets and hoops and mallets, with rackets and bats i 

Will the rabbit war with your foemen — the red deer h 

them for hire? 
Your kept cock-pheasant keep you? — he is master of mi 

a shire. 
Arid, aloof, incurious, unthinking, unthanking, gelt, 
Will ye loose your schools to flout them till their brow-b 

columns melt? 
Will ye pray them or preach them, or print them, or bal 

them back from your shore? 
Will your workmen issue a mandate to bid them strike 

Will ye rise and dethrone your rulers ? (Because ye were i 

Pride by Insolence chastened? Indolence purged by Slot 
No doubt but ye are the People; who shall make you afri 
Also your gods are many; no doubt but your gods shall 
Idols of greasy altars built for the body's ease; 
Proud little brazen Baals and talking fetishes; 
Teraphs of sept and party and wise wood-pavement ga 

INCLUSIVE EDITION. 188&-1918 351 

Thise shall come down to the battle and snatch you from 

under the rods? 
Pram the gusty, flickering gun-roll with viewless salvoes rent, 
And the pitted hail of the bullets that tell not whence they 

were sent. 
When ye are ringed as with iron, when ye are scourged as 

with whips. 
When the meat is yet in your belly, and the boast is yet on 

your lips; 
When ye go forth at morning and the noon beholds you broke. 
Ere ye lie down at even, your remnant, under the yoke? 

Xo ieuk ha ye are the People — absolute, strong, and wist; 

WhMKryour heart has desired ye have not vilhheld/rom your 

^ ^"' 

Ok your own heads, in your own hands, the sin and the saving 



(Wnnn far the giihering of survivors of the Indian Mutiny, Albert Hall, 

"TPO-DAY, across our fathers' graves, 

The astonished years reveal 
The remnant of that desperate host 
Which cleansed our East with steel. 

Hail and farewell! We greet you here, 
Wth tears that none will scorn — 

O Keepers of the House of old, 
Or ever we were bom ! 


One service more we dare to ask — 
Pray for us, heroes, pray. 

That when Fate lays on us our task 
We do not shame the Day! 



\\7'E HAVE no heart for the fishing, we have no hind for 

the oar — 

All that our fathers taught us of old pleases us now no more; 
All that our own hearts bid us believe we doubt where we do 

not deny — 
There is no proof in the bread we eat or rest in the toil we ply- 

Look you, our foreshore stretches far through sea-gate, dyke, 

and groin — 
Made land all, that our fathers made, where the flats and the 

fairway join. 
They forced the sea a sea-league back. They died, and thci^ 

work stood fast. 
We were born to peace in the lee of the dykes, but the dm^ 

of our peace is past. 

Far off, the full tide clambers and slips, mouthing and testing 

Nipping the flanks of the water-gates, baying along the wall; 

Turning the shingle, returning the shingle, changing the set 
of the sand . . . 

We are too far from the beach, men say, to know how the out- 
works stand. 

So we come down, uneasy, to look, uneasily pacing the beach 
These are the dykes our fathers made: we have never knowi 
a breach. 

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Tune and again has the gale blown by and we were not afraid; 
14ow we come only to look at the dykes — at the dykes our 
fathers made. 

O'er die marsh where the homesteads cower apart the har- 
' ried sunlight flies, 

Shifts and considers, wanes and recovers, scatters and sickens 

and dies — 
An evil ember bedded in ash — a spark blown west by the 

wind • 

We are surrendered to night and the sea — the gale and the 

tide behind! 

At the bridge of the lower saltings the cattle gather and blare. 
Roused by the feet of running men, dazed by the lantern 

Unbar and let them away for their lives — the levels drown as 

they stand. 
Where the flood-wash forces the sluices aback and the ditches 

deliver inland. 

N^mefold deep to the top of the dykes the galloping breakers 

And dieir overcarried spray is a sea — a sea on the landward 

Coming, like stallions they paw with their hooves, going they 

snatch with their teeth, 
lill die bents and the furze and the sand are dragged out, 

and the old-time hurdles beneath. 

Bid men gather fuel for fire, the tar, the oil and the tow — 
R»mc we shall need, not smoke, in the dark if the riddled 

sea-banks go. 
Bid the ringers watch in the tower (who knows how the dawn 

shall prove?) 
E*ch with his rope between his feet and the trembling bells 



Now we can only wait till the day, wut and apportion oar 

These are the dykes our fathers left, but we would not look 

to the same. 
Time and again were we warned of the dykes, time and again 

we delayed: 
Now, it may fall, we have slain our sons, as our fathers we 

have betrayed. 

Walking along the wreck of the dykes, watching the wofkof 

the seas! 
These were the dykes our fathers made to our great proCt 

and ease. 
But the peace is gone and the profit is gone, with the M sat^ 

days withdrawn ... 
That our own houses show as strange when we come back '•-^ 

the dawn ! 

Juke 29, 1911 

("On the rc-assembling of Parliament after the Coronadon^ the Government 
have no intention of allowing their followers to vote according to their 
convictions on the Declaration of London, but insist on a strictly party 
vote." — Das/y Papers.) 

"IX/^E were all one heart and one race 
When the Abbey trumpets blew. 
For a moment's breathing-space 

We had forgotten you. 
Now you return to your honoured place 

Panting to shame us anew. 

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We have walked with the Ages dead — 

With our Past alive and ablaze. 
And you bid us pawn our honour for bread, 

This day of all the days! • 
And you cannot wait till our guests are sped, 

Or last week's wreath decays? 

The light is still in our eyes 

Of Faith and Gentlehood, 
Of Service and Sacrifice; 

And it does not match our mood, 
To turn so soon to your treacheries 

That starve our land of her food. 

Our ears still carry the sound 

Of our once-Imperial seas. 
Exultant after our King was crowned, 

Beneath the sun and the breeze. 
It is too early to have them bound 

Or sold at your decrees. 

Wait till the memory goes. 

Wait till the visions fade. 
We may betray in time, God knows. 

But we would not have it said. 
When you make report to our scornful foes. 

That we kissed as we betrayed ! 



QH GLORIOUS are the guarded heights 

Where guardian souls abide — 
Self-exiled from our gross delights — 
Above, beyond, outside: 


An ampler arc their spirit swings — 

Commands a juster view — 
We have their word for all these things^ 

No doubt their words are true. 

Yet we, the bondslaves of our day. 

Whom dirt and danger press — 
Co-heirs of insolence, delay. 

And leagued unfaithfulness — 
Such is our need must seek indeed 

And, having found, engage 
The men who merely do the work 

For which they draw the wage. 

From forge and farm and mine and bench. 

Deck, altar, outpost lone — 
Mill, school, battalion, counter, trench. 

Rail, senate, sheepfold, throne — 
Creation's cry goes up on high 

From age to cheated age: 
"Send us the men who do the work 

"For which they draw the wage!" 

Words cannot help nor wit achieve. 

Nor e'en the all-gifted fool. 
Too weak to enter, bide, or leave 

The lists he cannot rule. 
Beneath the sun we count on none 

Our evil to assuage. 
Except the men that do the work 

For which they draw the wage. 

When through the Gates of Stress and Sti 
Comes forth the vast Event — 

The simple, sheer, sufficing, sane 
Result of labour spent — 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 357 

They that have wrought the end unthought 

Be neither saint nor sage, 
But only men who did the work 

For which they drew the wage. 

Wherefore to these the Fates shall bend 

(And all old idle things — ) 
Wherefore on these shall Power attend 

Beyond the grip of kings: 
Each in his place, by right, not grace, 

Shall rule his heritage — 
The men who simply do the work 

For which they draw the wage. 

Not such as scorn the loitering street. 

Or waste to earn its praise. 
Their noontide's unreturning heat 

About their morning ways; 
But such as dower each mortgaged hour 

Alike with clean courage — 
Even the men who do the work 

For which they draw the wage — 
Men, like to Gods, that do the work 

For which they draw the wage — 
Begin — continue — close that work 

For which they draw the wage! 


I 9 I 8 

le words of the tune hummed at her lathe by Mrs. L. Embsay, widow.) 

fans and the beltings they roar round me. 

le power is shaking the floor round me 

e lathes pick up their duty and the midnight-shift 

takes over. 

It is good for me to be here! 


Guns in Flanders — Flanders guns ! 
(I had a man that worked 'em once !) 
Shells for guns in FlanderSy Flanders ! 
Shells for guns in Flanders^ Flanders I 

Shells for guns in Flanders ! Feed the guns ! 

The cranes and the carriers they boom over ntie, 
The bays and the galleries they loom over me, 
With their quarter-mile of pillars growing little in Ac 
distance — 

It is good for me to be here! 

The Zeppelins and Gothas they raid over us. . 
Our lights give warning, and fade over us. 
(Seven thousand women keeping quiet in the darkness!) 
Oh, it's good for me to be here! 

The roofs and the buildings they grow round me. 
Eating up the fields I used to know round me; 
And the shed that I began in is a sub-inspector's office — 
So long have I been here! 

I've seen six hundred mornings make our lamps grow dim. 
Through the bit that isn't painted round our sky-light rim, 
And the sunshine through the window slope according to 
the seasons. 

Twice since I've been here. 

The trains on the sidings they call to us 
With the hundred thousand blanks that they haul to us; 
And we send 'em what we've finished, and they take it 
where it's wanted, 

For that is why we are here ! 

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Man's hate passes as his love will pass. 
God made wtunan what she always was. 
Them that bear the burden they mil never grant forgiveness 
So long as they are here! ■ 

Onct I was a woman, but that's by with me. 
All 1 loved and looked for, it must die with me; 
But the Lord has left me over for a servant of the Judgment, 
And I serve His Judgments here! 

Guns in F/anders — Flartders guns ! 
(1 W a son that worked 'em onee !) 
Skelb/orptns in Flanders, Flanders ! 
ShiUs for guns in Flanders, Flanders ! 

Shells/or guns in Flanders I Feed the gum 


' 90J 

f^ULY with knees that feign to quake — 

Bent head and shaded brow, — 
Yet once again, for my father's sake, 
In Rimmon's House I bow. 

The curtains part, the trumpet blares. 
And the eunuchs howl aloud; 

And the gilt, swag-bellied idol glares 
Insolent over the crowd. 

36o Rin>YARD J^mmQ^.WBKKi 

"Tiu u R imm t Ut Imd iff Ikf Emi^- 
"Ftar Him Md hm tkr hmt "■ 

AndliratchniycomtadssUdedirirniirdi ' 
That rode to the mi^ with BW. 

For we remember the ion and die Hud 
And the rocb iriwreoa IK trnd. 

Ere we cmme to s Marched and a noraitd ku 
That did not know ntr pod; 

As we remember tlie sacnfice 

Dead men an handled laid— - 
Shun while diey ■erred E& mytterie^ 

And that He would not aid. 

Not though we gashed ourselves and wept, 
For the high-priest bade us wait; 

Saying He went on a journey or slept, 
Or was drunk or had taken a mate. 

(Praise ye Rimmon, King of Kings, 

Who ruleth Earth and Sky.' 
And again I bow as the censer swii^ 

And the God Enthroned goes by.) 

Ay, we remember His sacred ark 
And the virtuous men that knelt 

To the dark and the hush behind the dark 
Wherein we dreamed He dwelt; 

Until wc entered to hale Him out. 
And found no more than an old 

Uncleanly image girded about 
The loins with scarlet and gold. 

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Him wc o'crsct with the butts of our spears — 

Him and his vast designs — 
To be the scorn of our muleteers 

And the jest of our halted lines. 

By the picket-pins that the dogs defile, 

In the dung and the dust He lay, 
Till the priests ran and chattered awhile 

And wiped Him and took Him away. 

Hushing the matter before it was known, 
They returned to our fathers afar. 

And hastily set Him afresh on His throne 
Because he had won us the war. 

Wherefore with knees that feign to quak 
Bent head and shaded brow — 

To this dead dog, for my father's sake. 
In Rimmon's House I bow! 




^^ft was a people whom after their works thou shalt see wept over for their 
\cfi^ <^minioii: and in this palace is the last information respecting lords coU 
\fC^ in the dust. 

The Arabian Nights, 

fN A land that the sand overlays — the ways to her gates 
are untrod — 
y/ multitude ended their days whose fates were made splendid 
by Gody 


7;.; thi'y pcH' drunk and were smiUen with madness andw(fi 

to their /a/I, 
And of these is a story written: hu Allah Alone knometh all! I.' c 

^^llen the wine stirred in their heart their bosoms dilatedi 1^:, 
They rose to suppose themselves kings over all diiflg* 

created — 
To decree a new earth at a birth without labour or sorroir^ 
To declare: "We prepare it to-day and inherit to-monof.'* 
They chose themselves prophets and priests of nuimte 

Men swift to see done, and outrun, their e xtr eni est coc 

Of the tribe which describe with a jibe the perversiooi ^ 

Justice — 
Panders avowed to the crowd m^atsoever its lust is. 

Swiftly these pulled down the walls that thor fathers h^ 

made them — 
The impregnable ramparts of old, they razed and relaid th^^ 
As playgrounds of pleasure and leisure with limitless entri^^ 
And havens of rest for the wastrels where once walked t^ 

And because there was need of more pay for the shouters 

They disbanded in face of their foemen their yeomen an 


They replied to their well-wishers' fears — to their enemies* 

Saying: "Peace! We have fashioned a God Which shall 
save us hereafter. 

We ascribe all dominion to man in his factions conferring. 

And have given to numbers the Name of the Wisdom un- 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 363 

They said : *' Who has hate in his soul ? Who has envied his 

Let him arise and control both that man and his labour." 
They said: "Who is eaten by sloth? Whose un thrift has 

destroyed him ? 
He shall levy a tribute from all because none have employed 

They said: "Who hath toiled, who hath striven, and 

gathered possession? 
Let him be spoiled. He hath given full proof of transgress 

^cy said: "Who is irked by the Law? Though we may not 

remove ity 
V hi lend us his aid in this raid, we will set him above it !*' 
^ the robber did judgment again upon such as displeased 

^e slayer, too, boasted his slain, and the judges released 


A* for their kinsmen far off, on the skirts of the nation, 
They harried all earth to make sure none escaped reprobation, 
They awakened unrest for a jest in their newly-won borders, 
™cl jeered at the blood of their brethren betrayed by their 

They instructed the ruled to rebel, their rulers to aid them; 
And, since such as obeyed them not fell, their Viceroys obeyed 

When the riotous set them at naught they said: " Praise the 

For the show and the word and the thought of Dominion is 


They unwound and flung from them with rage, as a rag that 

defiled them 
The imperial gains of the age which their forefathers piled 



They ran panting in haste to lay watte and embitter lor ever 
The wellsprings of Vl^sdom and S tr en gth wlikh are Fatih ' 

and Endeavour. ^ 

They noaed ou t and digged ap and dragged forth and ezpoiod 

to deririon 
AU doctrine of purpose and wordi and restraint and premiao: 

And it ceased, and God granted diem aU thinga lor which tlief 

had striven. 
And the heart of a beast in the phce of a man's heart wsi 

given. • . . 

When they were fullest of wine and most flagrant m enotp 
Out of the sea rose a sign — out of Heaven a terror. 
Then they saw, then they heard, d^en they knew — for none 

troubled to hide it, 
An host had prepared their destruction, but still they denied it 
They denied what they dared not abide if it came to the trial, 
But the Sword that was forged while they lied did not heed 

their denial. 
It drove home, and no time was allowed to the crowd thatwtf 

The preposterous-minded were cowed — they thought owe 

would be given. 
There was no need of a steed nor a lance to pursue them; 
It was decreed their own deed, and not chance, should undo 


The tares they had laughingly sown were ripe to the reaping. 
The trust they had leagued to disown was removed from their . 

The eaters of other men's bread, the exempted from hardship, 
The excusers of impotence fled, abdicating their wardship, 
For the hate they had taught through the State brought the 

State no defender, 
And it passed from the roll of the Nations in headlong sur- 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 365 


ii FTER the burial-parties leave 

And the baffled kites have fled; 
The wise hyenas come out at eve 
To take account of our dead. 

How he died and why he died 

Troubles them not a whit. 
They snout the bushes and stones aside 

And dig till they come to it. 

They are only resolute they' shall eat 
That they and their mates may thrive, 

And they know that the dead are safer meat 
Than the weakest thing alive. 

(For a goat may butt, and a worm may sting. 
And a child will sometimes stand; 

But a poor dead soldier of the King 
Can never lift a hand.) 

They whoop and halloo and scatter the dirt 

Until their tushes white 
Take good hold in the army shirt. 

And tug the corpse to light. 

And the pitiful face is shewn again 

For an instant ere they close; 
But it is not discovered to living men — '• 

Only to God and to those 

Who, being soulless, are free from shame. 

Whatever meat they may find. 
Nor do they defile the dead man's name — 

That is reserved for his kind. 


I 901 

fJOT in ihe camp his vktmty Bes 

Or triumph $n ihe mmrhH-plmce^ 
Who is his Nation* s sacrifice 

To turn the judgment from his race. 

Happy 18 he who, bral mod tau^t 
By sleek, suffidng Circumstance — 

Whose Gospel "was die apparelled thought^ 
Whose Gods were Luxury and Chance— 

Sees, on the threshold of his days. 
The old life shrivel like a scroll. 

And to unheralded dismays 
Submits his body and his soul; 

The fatted shows wherein he stood 
Foregoing, and the idiot pride, 

That he may prove with his own blood 
All that his easy sires denied — 

Ultimate issues, primal springs. 
Demands, abasements, penalties — 

The imperishable plinth of things 

Seen and unseen, that touch our peace. 

For, though ensnaring ritual dim 
His vision through the after-years. 

Yet virtue shall go out of him — 
Example profiting his peers. 

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With great things charged he shall not hold 

Aloof till great occasion rise, 
But serve, fiill-hamessed, as of old. 

The Days that are the Destinies. 

He shall forswear and put away 
The idols of his sheltered house; 

And to Necessity shall pay 

Unflinching tribute of his vows. 

He shall not plead another's act, 

Nor bind him in another's oath 
To weigh the Word above the Fact, 

Or make or take excuse for sloth. 

The yoke he bore shall press him still. 

And, long-ingrained effort goad 
To find, to fashion, and fulfil 

The cleaner life, the sterner code. 

Not in the camp his victory lies — 

The world {unheeding his return) 
Shall see it in his children's eyes 

And from his grandson's lips shall learn ! 


9 I 4 

^/"E thought we ranked above the chance of ill. 

Others might fall, not we, for we were wise 
lerchants in freedom. So, of our free-will 
We let our servants drug our strength with lies. 


The pleasire and the pcnson had ita way 

On us as on the meaneatt till we learoed 
That he who lies will steal, who tteah irill alajr. 

Neither God'* judgment nor man'a hevt waa tntaed. 

Yet there remains Hit McrGy-7-to be KnAt 

Through wrath and jperil till we deanae ue wrong 

By that last right which oar ferefiBtheri tI'^p^ 

When their Law failed them and iti itewaida were bough' -^ 

This is our cause. God help ua, and make ttrong 

Our will to meet Him latei*, unathamedl 


'T'HIS is our lot if at live so long and l^/ottr unto tht 

That me outlive the impatient years and the miuk I 
patient friend: 
And hecause we know we have heath in our mouth and thit 

we have thoughts in our head, 
IVe shall assume that we are alive, whereas we are really 

We shall not acknowledge that old stars fade or bri^t^^' 

planets arise 
(That the sere bush buds or the desert blooms or the andef^' 

well-head dries), 
Or any new compass wherewith new men adventure 'neac^ 

new skies. 

We shall lift up the ropes that constrained our youth, to ^ittd 

on our children's hands; 
We shall call to the water below the bridges to rstniti and 

replenish our lands; 
We shall harness horses (Death's own pale horses) and 

scholarly plough the sands. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 369 

AATc shall lie down in the eye of the sun for lack of a light on 

our way — 
AVe shall rise up when the day is done and chirrup, "Behold, 

it is day!" 
We shall abide dll the battle is won ere we amble into the 


We shall peck out and discuss and dissect, and evert and ex- 
trude to our mind. 

The flaccid* tissues of long-dead issues offensive to God and 
mankind — 

(Precisely like vultures over an ox that the Army has left 

^c shall make walk preposterous ghosts of the glories we once 

'^modestly smearing from muddled palettes amazing pig- 
ments mismated — 

^d our friends will weep when we ask them with boasts if 
our natural force be abated. 

*^^ Lamp of our Youth will be utterly out, but we shall 
« subsist on the smell of it; 

'^nd whatever we do, we shall fold our hands and suck our 
y. gums and think well of i t. 

^^> we shall be perfectly pleased with our work, and that 
is the Perfectest Hell of it ! 

^•j is our lot if we live so long and listen to those who love 

^^4 we are shunned by the people about and shamed by the 
^^ Powers above us. 
^^herefoTt be free of your harness betimes; buty being free^ be 

-^^at he who hash no/ endured to the deaths from his birth he 
hash never endured I 



TPHROUGH learned and laborious years 

They set themselves to find 
Fresh terrors and undreamed-of fears 
To heap upon mankind. 

All that they drew from Heaven above 
Or digged from earth beneath. 

They laid into their treasure-trove 
And arsenals of death: 

While, for well-weighed advantage sake. 

Ruler and ruled alike 
Built up the faith they meant to break 

When the fit hour should strike. 

They traded with the careless earth. 

And good return it gave: 
They plotted by their neighbour's hearth 

The means to make him slave. 

When all was ready to their hand 
They loosed their hidden sword. 

And utterly laid waste a land 
Their oath was pledged to guard. 

Coldly they went about to raise 

To life and make more dread 
Abominations of old days, 

That men believed were dead. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 371 

They paid the price to reach their goal 

Across a world in flame; 
But their own hate slew their own soul 

Before that victory came. 


I 899 

'pAKE up the White Man's burden- 
Send forth the best ye breed — 
Go bind your sons to exile 

To serve your captives' need; 
To wait in heavy harness. 

On fluttered folk and wild — 
Your new-caught> sullen peoples, 

Half-devil and half-child. 

Take up the White Man's Burden — 

In patience to abide. 
To veil the threat of terror 

And check the show of pride; 
By open speech and simple. 

An hundred times made plain. 
To seek another's profit, 

And work another's gain. 

Take up the White Man's burden — 

The savage wars of peace — 
Fill foil the mouth of Famine 

And bid the sickness cease; 
And when your goal is nearest 

The end for others sought. 
Watch Sloth and heathen Folly 

Bring all your hope to nought. 




Take up die White Man's burdeih— 

No tawdry ruk of kiiq;8. 
But tcnl of serf and sweeper — 

The tale of common dungs. 
The ports ye diall not enter, 

The roads ye shall not trnd. 
Go make them with vour living. 

And marie them with your dead. 

Take up the White Man's burden^ 

And reap lus old reward: 
The blame of those yt better, 

The hate of those yt guard — 
The cry of hosts ye hufmiur 

(Ah, slowly!) toward die light: — 
''Why brought ye us from bondage, 

"Our loved Egyptian ni^t?" 

Take up the White Man's burden — 

Ye dare not stoop to less — 
Nor call too loud on Freedom 

To cloak your weariness; 
By all ye cry or whisper, 

By all ye leave or do, 
The silent, sullen peoples 

Shall weigh your Gods and you. 

Take up the White Man's burden — 

Have done with childish days — 
The lightly proffered laurel. 

The easy, ungrudged praise. 
Comes now, to search your manhood 

Through all the thankless years. 
Cold, edged with dear-bought wisdom. 

The judgment of your peers! 

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earth is full of anger. 
The seas are dark with wrath. 
The Nations in their harness 

Go up against our path: 
Ere yet we loose the legions — 
Ere yet we draw the blade, 
Jehovah of the Thunders, 
Lord God of Battles, aid! 

High lust and forward bearing. 
Proud heart, rebellious brow — 

Deaf ear and soul uncaring, 
We seek Thy mercy now! 

The sinner that forswore Thee, 
The fool that passed Thee by. 

Our times are known before Thee — 

Lord, grant us strength to die! 

For those who kneel beside us 

At altars not Thine own. 
Who lack the lights that guide us, 

Lord, let their faith atone! 
If wrong we did to call them, 

By honour bound they came; 
Let not Thy Wrath befall them. 

But deal to us the blame. 

From panic, pride, and terror, 
Revenge that knows no rein. 

Light haste and lawless error, 
Protect us yet again. 


MuK finn the ■nMiKiiB|| « 
In nlence and a 

To taste Thy fa 

Ah. Miry |Mfced ^4 

Rememur* readi «ad «rre ' 
The Mol dutt cemet tMnmov 

Before dw God A«tgml ri 
Snce each wu .honi « voaun^ 

For each at otter need ' < 
True comrade and tnu ' 

Madoona, intcmdat 

E'en now d 

E'en now we face the my — 
As Thou didst help our fathets. 

Help Thou our host to-day. 
Fulfilled of ugns and wondcn. 

In life, in death made dear — 
Jehovah of the Thunden, 

Lord God of Battles, hear! 


I 9 I 8 

'T*HE first time that Peter denied his Lord 

He shrank from the cudgel, the scourge and dte 
But followed far off to see what they would do, 
TiU the cock crew — tiU the cock crew — 
After Gethscmane, till the cock crew! 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 37s 

The first time that Peter denied his Lord 

T^nras only a maid in the palace who heard> 

As he sat by the fire and warmed himself through. 

Then the cock crew! Then the cock crew! 

("Thou also art one of them.") Then the cock crew! 

The first time that Peter denied his Lord 

He had neither the Throne, nor the Keys nor the Sword — 

Apoor silly fisherman, what could he do, 

Wncn the cock crew — ^when the cock crew — 

But weep for his wickedness when the cock crew? 

The next time that Peter denied his Lord 

He was Fisher of Men, as foretold by the Word, 

Wth the Crown on his brow and the Cross on Kis shoe, 

When the cock crew — ^when the cock crew — 

^^ fUmders and PUardy when the cock crew! 

J^ next time that Peter denied his Lord 

^^«s Mary the Mother in Heaven Who heard, 

^jA She grieved for the maidens and wives that they slew 

'^cn the cock crew — when the cock crew — 

^^ t^irmonde and AerschM when the cock crew! 

*^ next time that Peter denied his Lord 
^'^e Babe in the Manger awakened and stirred, 
^d He stretched out His arms for the playmates 
^ He knew — 

]J nen the cock crew — ^when the cock crew — 
^**^ the waters had covered them when the cock crew! 

ije next time that Peter denied his Lord 
^Was Earth in her agony waited his word, 
j^t he sat by the fire and naught would he do, 
*nough the cock crew — though the cock crew — 
^^^^ aU Christendom^ though the cock crew ! 


The last dnw diat FMer denidd Ui LorI, 
The Father toc^ from lum the Keyt and die Sv 
And the Mother and Babe brake im P"gF*«*" ■ 
When the cock crew — when dw ooA cw "- 
(JBeeauie tf hit wicluAuu) wim At €mk cnrv/ 


I 9 I 6 

DRETHREN, how ahall it hn mth me 

When the war ia lud asde. 
If it be proven that I am be 
For wnom a world has djedi 

If it be proven that all my good, 

And die greater good I will make. 
Were purchased me by a multitude 

Who suffered for my sake? 

That I was delivered by mere mankind 

Vowed to one sacrifice, 
And not, as I hold them, battle-blmd. 

But dying with open eyes? 

That they did not ask me to draw the sword 

When they stood to endure thor lot — 
That they only looked to mc for a word, 

And I answered I knew them not? 

If it be found, when the battle clears. 

Their death has set me free, . ^_^ 

Then how shall I live with myself through the yea^""^^ 

Which they have bought fin- mei 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 377 

Brethren, how must it fare with me, 

Or how am I justified. 
If it be proven that I am he 

For whom mankind has died — 
If it be proven that I am he 

Who, being questioned, denied? 




>OD of our fathers, known of old. 
Lord of our far-flung battle-line. 
Beneath whose awful Hand we hold 

Dominion over palm and pine — 
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet. 
Lest we forget — ^lest we forget! 

The tumult and the shouting dies; 

The Captains and the Kings depart: 
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice. 

An humble and a contrite heart. 
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet. 
Lest we forget — lest we forget! 

Far-called, our navies melt away; 

On dune and headland sinks the fire: 
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday 

Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! 
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet. 
Lest we fbiget — lest we forget! 


If, drunk with sight of power, we loose 
Wild tongues that have not Thee in 

Such boastings as die Gentiles use. 
Or lesser breeds without the Law — 

Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet. 

Lest we forget — lest we forget! 

For heathen heart that puts her trust 
In reeking tube and iron shard. 

All valiant dust that builds on dust. 
And guarding, calls not Thee to gua 

For frantic boast and foolish word — 

Thy mercy on Thy People, Lord! 


I 9 14 

UOR all we have and are. 
For all our children's fate, 

Stand up and take the war. 

The Hun is at the gate! 

Our world has passed away 

In wantonness o'erthrown. 

There is nothing left to-day 

But steel and fire and stone! 

Though all we knew depart, 
The old Commandments stand:— 
" In courage keep your heart. 
In strength lift up your hand." 


Once more we hear the word 
That sickened earth of old: — 
"No law except the Sword 
Unsheathed and uncontrolled. 


INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 379 

Once more it knits mankind, 
Once more the nations go 
To meet and break and bind 
A crazed and driven foe. 

&)mfort, content, delight, 

The ages' slow-bought gain. 

They shrivelled in a night. 

Only ourselves remain 

To face the naked days 

In silent fortitude. 

Through perils and dismays 

ReneT7ed and re-renewed. 

Though all we made depart, 
The old Conmiandments stand: — 
"In patience keep your heart. 
In strength lift up your hand." 

No easy hope or lies 
Shall bring us to our goal. 
But iron sacrifice 
Of body, will, and soul. 
There is but one task for all — 
One life for each to give. 
What stands if Freedom fall? 
Who dies if England live? 


I 894 

" The three-xfolume novel is extinct" 

thirty foot she towered from waterline to rail. 
x>ot a watch to steer her, and a week to shorten sail; 
tc all modem notions, I've found her first and best — 
T certain packet for the Islands of the Blest. 



Fiur held the breeze behind us — 'rwas warm with lovtn' 

We'd stolen wills for ballast and a crew of missing heirs. 
They s!iipf>ed as Able Bastards till the Wicked Nurse cm- 

And they worked the old three-decker to the Islands of tbt 


By ways no gaze could follow, a course unspoiled of cook, 
Per Fancy, fleetest in man, our titled berths we took 
With maids of matchless beauty and parentage unguesscd, 
And a Church of England parson for the Islands of the Blat 

We asked no social questions — we pumped no hidden shamr' 
We never talked obstetrics when the Little Stranger came; 
We left the Lord in Heaven, we left the fiends in Hell. 
We weren't exactly Yussufs, but— Zuleika didn't tcU. 

No moral doubt assatk't us, so when the port we neared. 
The villain had his flogging at the gangway, and we chetrfi- 
'Twas fiddle in the foc's'le — 'twas garlands on the mast, 
For every one got married, and I went ashore at last. 

I left 'em all in couples akissing on the decks. 

I left the lovers loving and the parents signing cheques. 

In endless English comfort, by county-folk caressed, 

I left the old three-decker at the Islands of the Blest! . - ' 

That route is barred to steamers: you'll never lift again 
Our purple-painted headlands or tJic lordly kee;>s ofSpail''. 
They're just beyond your skyline, howe'cr bo far you cr*''* 
In a ram-you-damn-you liner with a brace of bucking sere**- 

Swing round your aching search-light — 'twill show no haven i 

Ay, blow your shrieking sirens at the deaf, grey-beatded sets'- 
Boom out the dripping oil-bags to skin the deep's anrest— 
And you aren't one knot the nearer to the Islands of the Kestl 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 381 

^ But when you're threshing, crippled, with broken bridge and 

^ i At a drogue of dead convictions to hold you head to gale, 
^\ Calm as the Flying Dutchman, from truck to tafFrail dressed. 
You'll see the old three-decker for the Islands of the Blest. 

Toull see her tiering canvas in sheeted silver spread; 
You'll hear the long-drawn thunder 'neath her leaping figure- 
While far, so far above you, her tall poop-lanterns shine 
Unvexed by wind or weather like the candles round a shrine ! 

ftiD down — ^huU down and under — she dwindles to a speck, 

With noise of pleasant music and dancing on her deck. 

All's well — all's well aboard her — she's left you far behind, 

With a scent of old-world roses through the fog that ties you 



y^ crews are babes or madmen? Her port is all to make? 

^*re manned by Truth and Science, and you steam for 

v|. steantiing's sake ? 

o^ll, tinker up your engines — you know your business best — 

^"^^ taking tired people to the Islands of the Blest! 



^ -^"^Vr MUd m^piors to rtfer to one oj the exploits of the notorious Paul Jones ^ 

on Amerieon pirate. It is founded on fact,] 

• . • AT THE close of a winter day, 

Their anchors down, by London town, the 
Three Great Captains lay; 
And one was Admiral of the North from Solway Firth to Skye, 
And one was Lord of the Wessex coast and all the lands 


And one was Master of the Thames from Limehouae to Black 

And he was Chaplain of the Fleet — the bravest of them alL 
Their good guns guarded their great grey »des that were thirty 

foot in the sheer, 
When there came a certain tracUng brig with news of a privi- 

Her rigging was rough with the clotted drift that drives in t 

Northern breeze, 
Her sides were clogged with the lazy weed that spawns in tbe 

Eastern seas. 
Light she rode in the rude tide-rip, to left and right she idU 
And the skipper sat on the scuttle-butt and stared at an cmplf 

'* I ha' paid Port dues for your Law/' quoth he, "and iriiereii 

the Law ye boast 
"If I sail unscathed from a heathen port to be robbed on i 

Christian coast? 
"Ye have smoked the hives of the Laccadives as we bum the 

lice in a bunk, 
"We tack not now for a Gallang prow or a plunging Pd-ho 

"I had no fear but the seas were clear as far as a sail might 

"Till I met with a lime-washed Yankee brig that rode off 

"There were canvas blinds to his bow-gun ports to screen the 

weight he bore, 
"And the signals ran for a merchantman from Sandy Hook 

to the Nore. 
"He would not fly the Rovers' flag — the bloody or the bUck» 
"But now he floated the Gridiron and now he flaunted the 

"He spoke of the Law as he crimped my crew — he swore 

it was only a loan; 
"But when I would ask for my own again, he swore it was 

none of my own. 



INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 383 

'He has taken my little parrakeets that nest beneath the Line, 
'He has stripped my rails of the shaddock-frails and the 

green unripened pine. 
'He has taken my bale of dammer and spice I won beyond 

the seas, 
"He has taken my grinning heathen gods — and what should 
he want o' these? 
My foremast would not mend his boom, my deck-house 

patch his boats; 
He has whittled the two, this Yank Yahoo, to peddle for 

shoe-peg oats. 
"I could not fight for the failing light and a rough beam-sea 

"But I hulled him once for a clumsy cn'mp and twice "because 

he lied. 
"Had I had guns (as 1 had goods) to work my Christian 

"I had run him up from his quarter-deck to trade with his 

own yard-arm; 
"I had nailed his ears to my capstan-head, and ripped them 

off with a saw. 
And soused them in the bilgewater, and served them to him 

I had flung him blind in a rudderless boat to rot in the rock- 
ing dark, 
1 had towed him aft of his own craft, a bait for his brother 

1 had lapped him round with cocoa-husk, and drenched him 

with the oil. 
And lashed him fast to his own mast to blaze above my 

'1 had stripped his hide for my hammock-side, and tasselled 

his beard in the mesh, 
"And spitted his crew on the live bamboo that grows through 

the gangrened flesh; 
"I had hove him down by the mangroves brown, where the 
mud-reef sucks and draws, 






claws. 1 

He is lazar witJun and fime witboat; ye can nom Ini&rl 

For he carries the taint of a muskjr ihip— die left of Aej 

slaver's dhow." ,; 

The skipper looked at the tiering gant and die IndvtrfESV 

and cold. 
And the Captwis Three full courteouily peeted doimst ill 

gutted hold. 
And the Captuns Three called courteoody from deck n 

scuttle-butt: — 
** Good Sir, we ha* dealt with diat merchantman or ever jvt 

teeth were cut. 
^'Your words be words of a lawless race, and the Lsvit 

standeth thus: 
** He comes of a race that have never a Law, and he never hti 

boarded us. 
^* We ha* sold him canvas and rope and spar — ^we know tW 

his price is fair, 
"'And we know that he weeps for the lack of a Law as he lides 

off Finisterre. 
" And since he is damned for a gallows-thief by you and better 

than you, 
"We hold it meet that the English fleet should know thatvc 

hold him true." 
The skipper called to the tall tafFrail: — "And what b A*^ 

to me? 
"Did ever you hear of a Yankee brig that rifled a Seventy- 
" Do I loom so large from your quarter-deck that I lift like& 

ship o* the Line? 
"He has learned to run from a shotted gun and harry sach 

craft as mine. 
"There is never a law on the Cocos Keys, to hold a white 

man in. 

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** But we do not steal the niggers' meal, for that is a nigger's 

**Must he have his Law as a quid to chaw, or laid in brass on 

his wJieel? 
**Doe8 he steal with tears when he buccaneers? 'Fore Gad, 

then, why does he steal?" 
*The skipper bit on a deep-sea word, and the word it was not 

I^'or he could see the Captains Three had signalled to the Fleet. 
Sut three and two, in white and blue, the whimpering flags 

^'We have heard a tale of a — foreign sail, but he is a mer- 

The skipper peered beneath his palm and swore by the Great 
Horn Spoon: — 

'* 'Fore Gad, the Chaplain of the Fleet would bless my pica- 

By two and three the flags blew free to lash the laughing 
air: — 

"We have sold our spars to the merchantmen — we know that 
hb price b fair." 

The skipper winked his Western eye, and swore by a China 
storm: — 

"They ha' rigged him a Joseph's jury-coat to keep his 
honour warm." 

The halliards twanged against the tops, the bunting bellied 

The skipper spat in the empty hold and mourned for a wasted 

Masthead — masthead, the signal sped by Uie line o' the Brit- 
ish craft: 

The skipper called to his Lascar crew, and put her about and 
laughed: — 

"It's mainsail haul, my bully boys all — we'll out to the seas 
again — 

"Ere they set us to paint their pirate saint, or scrub at his 


'It's fore-sheet free, with her head to the sea, and the swing 

of the unbought brine — 
'We'll make no sport in an English court till we come as 4 

ship o' the Line: 
'Till we come as a ship o' the Line, my lads, of thirty foot in 

the sheer, 
'Lifting again from the outer main with news of a privateer; 
'Flying his pluck at our mizzen-truck for weft of Admiralty, 
'Heaving his head for our dipsy-lead in sign that we keep 

the sea. 
'Then fore-sheet home as she lifts to the foam — ^wc stand on 

the outward tack, 
' We are paid in the coin of the white man's trade — the bezant 

is hard, ay, and black. 
'The frigate-bird shall carry my word to the Kling and the 

'How a man may sail from a heathen coast to be robbed in a 

Christian port; 
'How a man may be robbed in Christian port while Three 

Great Captains there 
'Shall dip their flag to a slaver's rag — to show that his trade 

is fair!" 



\X^HEN the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's 

green and gold. 
Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a 

stick in the mould; 
And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to 

his mighty heart. 
Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves, "It's pretty, but 

is it Art?" 

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Wherefore he called to his wife, and fled to fashion his work 
anew — 

The first of his race who carred a fig for the first, most dread 

And he left his lore to the use of his sons — and that was a 

glorious gain 
When the Devil chuckled "Is it Art?" in the ear of the 

branded Cain. 

They builded a tower to shiver the sky and wrench the stars 

Till the Devil grunted behind the bricks: "It's striking, but is 

it Art?" 
The stone was dropped at the quarry-side and the idle derrick 

While each man talked of the aims of Art, and each in an alien 


They fought and they talked in the North and the South; 

they talked and they fought in the West, 
Till the waters rose on the pitiful land, and the poor Red Clay 

had rest — 
Had rest till that dank blank-canvas dawn when the dove was 

preened to start. 
And the Devil bubbled below the keel: "It's human, but is it 


The tale is as old as the Eden Tree — and new as the new-cut 

tooth — 
For each man knows ere his lip-thatch grows he is master of 

Art and Truth; 
And each man hears as the twilight nears, to the beat of his 

djring heart. 
The Devil drum on the darkened pane: "You did it, but was 

it Art?" 



We have learned to wluttle the Eden Tree to the ahapeof a 

We have learned to bottle our parents twain in the ydkof la 

addled egg. 
We know that me tail muit wag the dog, for the hone ii 

drawn by the cart; 
But the Devil whoops, as he whbooped of old: " Il^s Glenr,bBt 

is it Art?" 

When the flicker of London sun falls faint on the Cbb^oon'i 

green and gold. 
The sons of Adam rit them down and scratch with tiKtrpcBi 

in the mould — 
They scratch with thdr pens in- the mould of thdrgraveibSttl 

the ink and the anguish start. 
For the Devil mutters behind the leaves: "It*s pretty, batisit 


Now, if we could win to the Eden Tree where the Four Great 

Rivers flow, 
And the Wreath of Eve is red on the turf as she left it long 

And if we could come when the sentry slept and sofdy scurry 

By the favour of God we might know as much — as our fsAtf 

Adam knew! 



J^EAD here: 

This is the story of Evarra — man — 

Maker of Gods in lands beyond the sea. 
Because the city gave him of her gold. 
Because the caravans brought turquoises. 

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Because his life was sheltered by the King, 

So that no man should maim him, none should steal. 

Or break his rest with babble in the streets 

When he was weary after toil, he made 

An image of his God in gold and pearl, 

^th turquoise diadem and human eyes, 

A wonder in the sunshine, known afar. 

And worshipped by the King; but, drunk with pride. 

Because the city bowed to him for God, 

He wrote above the shrine: ** Thus Gods are madcy 

^*And whoso makes them otherwise shall die,^* 

And all the city praised him. • • . Then he died. 

Read here the story of Evarra — man — 

Maker of Gods in lands beyond the sea. 
Because the city had no wealth to give. 
Because the caravans were spoiled afar. 
Because his life was threatened by the King, 
So that all men despised him in the streets. 
He hewed the living rock, with sweat and tears. 
And reared a God against the morning-gold, 
A terror in the sunshine, seen afar. 
And worshipped by the King; but, drunk with pride. 
Because the city fawned to bring him back. 
He carved upon the plinth: " Thus Gods are made^ 
**And whoso makes them otherwise shall die, " 
And all the people praised him. . . . Then he died. 

Read here the story of Evarra — man — 
Maker of Gods in lands beyond the sea. 

Because he lived among a simple folk. 

Because his village was between the hills. 

Because he smeared his cheeks with blood of ewes. 

He cut an idol from a fallen pine. 

Smeared blood upon its cheeks, and wedged a shell 

Above its brow for eye, and gave it hair 


Of tnuling moss, and plaited straw for ciowiu 
And all the vil^ge praised him for this craft. 
And brought him butter, honef, milk, and cords. 
Wherefore, because the shoutings drove him mad, 
He scratched upon that log: ** Thus Gods mre mmb, 
**And whoso makes ihem oihermise shmll die J* 
And all the people praised him. . • • ThenhedioL 

Read here the story of Et 

Maker of Gods in lemds keyond the sea. 
Because his God deduced one dot of blood 
Should swerve one hair's-breadth bom the poise's pttkf 
And chafe his bnun, Evarra mowed- alone. 
Rag-wrapped, among the cattle in the fields. 
Counting his fingers, jesting with the trees. 
And mocking at the mist, until his God 
Drove him to labour. Out of dung and horns 
Dropped in the mire he made a monstrous God, 
Uncleanly, shapeless, crowned with plantain tufts. 
And when the cattle lowed at twilight-time. 
He dreamed it was the clamour of lost crowds. 
And howled among the beasts: " Thus Gods are mad^i 
^^ And whoso makes them otherwise shall die^ 
Thereat the cattle bellowed. . . . Then he dic^ 

Yet at the last he came to Paradise, 

And found his own four Gods, and that he wrote; 

And marvelled, being very near to God, 

What oaf on earth had made his toil God's law, 

Till God said mocking: "Mock not. These be thine 

Then cried Evarra: **I have sinned!" "Not so. 

"If thou hadst written otherwise, thy Gods 

"Had rested in the mountain and the mine, 

"And I were poorer by four wondrous Gods, 

"And thy more wondrous law, Evarra. Thine, 

"Servant of shouting crowds and lowing kine!" 

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treaty with laughing mouth, but tear-wet eyes, 
arra cast his Gods from Paradise. 

is the story of Evarra — man — 
r of Gods in lands beyond the sea. 


j4^ ' ^^ avails the classic bent 
And what the cultured wordy 
Against the undoctored incident 
That actually occurred ? 

And what is Art whereto we press 
Through paint and prose and rhym 

When Nature in her nakedness 
Defeats us every time ? 

It is not learning, grace nor gear. 
Nor easy meat and drink. 

But bitter pinch of pain and fear 
That makes creation think 

When in this world's unpleasing youth 

Our god-like race began. 
The longest arm, the sharpest tooth. 

Gave man control of man; 

Till, bruised and bitten to the bone 
And taught by pain and fear, 

He learned to deal the far-off stone. 
And poke the long, safe spear. 



So tooth and nail were obsolete 

As means againsc a foe, 
Till, bored by uniform defeat. 

Some genius built the bow. 

Then stone and javelin proved as vain 
As old-time tooth and nail; 

Till, spurred anew by fear and pain, 
Man fashicmed coata of nuuL 

Then was dtere aafety ibr dw tidb , 
And dangv tor du; poaTj 

Till aomeme mixad a pbaderiAidi 
Redressed die scale once BMtc^ 

Helmet and armour <Usappeared 
With sword and bow and pike. 

And, when the smoke of batde cleared, 
All men were armed alike. . . . 

And when ten million such were slain 

To please one crazy king, 
Man, schooled in bulk by fear and pain* 

Grew weary of the thing; 

And, at the very hour designed. 
To enslave him past recdl. 

His tooth^tone-arrow-gun-shy mind 
Turned and abolished all. 

^il Power, each Tyrant, eoery Moh 
Whose head has grovm too iarge. 

Ends by destroying its own job 
And teoris its own discharge; 

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And Many whose mere necessities 

Move all things from his pathy 
TremUes meanwhile at their decrees y 

And deprecates their wrath I 



YN THE Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage 

For food and fame and woolly horses' pelt; 
I was singer to my clan in that dim, red Dawn of Man, 
And I sang of all we fought and feared and felt. 

Yea, I sang as now I sing, when the Prehistoric spring 
Made the piled Biscayan ice-pack split and shove; 

And the troll and gnome and dwerg, and the Gods of Cliff and 
Were about me and beneath me and above. 

But a rival of Solutr^, told the tribe my style was ontr^ — 

'Neath a tomahawk, of diorite, he fell. 
And I left my views on Art, barbed and tanged, below the 

Of a manmiothistic etcher at Crenelle. 


Then I stripped them, scalp from skull, and my hunting dogs 
fed fbU, 
And their teeth I threaded neatly on a thong; 
And I wiped my mouth and said, "It is well that they are 
For I know my work is right and theirs was wrong." 



But my Totem saw the shftme; from his ndgepok-Anne k 

And he told me in a virion of the nig^t: — 
**There are nine and sixty ways of oonstructing tribal li^i 

*' And every single one of Aem is r^t!" 

Then the silence closed upon me till They put new dodung 
on me 
Of whiter, weaker flesh and bone more frail; 
And I stepped beneath Time's fingeft once again t trilid 
And a minor poet certified by TrailL 

Still they skirmish to and fro, men my messmates on the sdo^* 
When we headed off the aurochs turn for turn; 

When the rich Allobrogenses never kept amanuenses, 
And our only plots were piled in lakes at Berne. 

Still a cultured Christian age sees us scuflle, squeak, and rag^^ 
Still we pinch and slap and jabber, scratch and dirk; 

Still we let our business slide — as we dropped the half-dressed 
To show a fellow-savage how to work. 

Still the world is wondrous large, — seven seas from marge to 
^ marge — 

And it holds a vast of various kinds of man; 
And the wildest dreams of Kew are the facts of KhatmandbUi 
^ And the crimes of Clapham chaste in Martaban. 

Here's my wisdom for your use, as I learned it when the moos^ 
And the reindeer roared where Paris roars to-night: — 

" There are nine and sixty ways of constructing tribal lays^ 
*^ And — every — single — one — of — them — is — righil " 

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T ATE my fill of a whale that died 

And stranded after a month at sea. 
There is a pain in my inside. 

Why have the Gods afflicted me? 
Ow! I am purged till I am a wraith! 

Wow! I am sick till I cannot see! 
What is the sense of Religion and Faith? 

Look how the Gods have afflicted me! 


How can the skin of rat or mouse hold 

Anything more than a harmless flea? . . 
The burning plague has taken my household. 

Why have my Gods afflicted me? 
All my kith and kin are deceased. 

Though they were as good as good could be, 
I will out and batter the family priest. 

Because my Gods have afflicted me! 


My privy and well drain into each other 

After the custom of Christendie. . . . 
Fevers and fluxes are wasting my mother. 

Why has the Lord afflicted me? 
The Saints are helpless for all I offer — 

So are the clergy I used to fee. 
Henceforward I keep my cash in my coffer, 

Because the Lord has afflicted me. 



I run eight hundred hens to the acre 

They die by dozens mysteriously. . . . 
I am more than doubtful concerning my Maker. 

Why has the Lord afflicted me? 
What a return for all ""' endeavour — 

Not to mention tht S. D ! 
I am an atheist now buK for ever, 

Because this God has afflicted me! 


Money spent on ui Army or Fleet 

Is homicidal lunscy. . . . 
My son has been killed in the Mona retrea^ 

Why is the Lord afflicting me? 
Why are murder, pillage and arson 

And rape allowed by the Deity? 
I mil write to the Times, deriding our parson 

Because my God has afflicted me. 

We had a kettle: we let it leak: 
Our not repairing it made it worse. 

We haven't had any tea for a week. , 
The bottom is out of the Universe 1 


"Hiis was none of the good Lord's pleasure. 
For the Spirit He breathed in Man is free; 

But what comes after is measure for measute. 
And not a God that afflicteth thee. 

. ^1^1 HON, 188S-1918 397 

As was the sowing so the reaping 

Is now and evermore shall be. 
Thou art delivered to thine own keeping. 

Only Thyself hath afflicted thee! 

I 894 

QNCE, on a glittering ice-field, ages and ages ago, 

Ungy a maker of pictures, fashioned an image of snow. 
Fashioned the form of a tribesman — gaily he whistled and 

Working the snow with his fingers. Read ye the story of Ung I 

Pleased was his tribe with that image — came in their hundreds 

to scan- 
Handled it, smelt it, and grunted: "Verily, this is a man! 
"Thus do we carry our lances — thus is a war-belt slung. 
"Lol it is even as we are. Glory and honour to Ung! " 

L»ter he pictured an aurochs — later he pictured a bear — 
Pictured the sabre- tooth tiger dragging a man to his lair — 
Pictured the mountainous mammoth, hairy, abhorrent, 

alone — 
^t of the love that he bore them, scriving them clearly on 


Swift came his tribe to behold them, peering and pushing and 

^ of the berg-battered beaches, men of the boulder-hatched 

unters and fishers and trappers, presently whispering low: 
^et, they are like — and it may be. But how does the 
Picture-man know? 


**Ung — hath he slept with the Aurochs — ^watched where tk 

Mastodon roam? 
"Spoke on the ice with the Bow-head — followed the Sabn- 

tooth home? 
^'Nay ! These are toys of his fancy! If he have cheated us ao^ 
*'How is there truth in his image — the man that he fashioned 

of snow?" 

Wroth was that maker of pictures — ^hotly he answered theaD: 
"Hunters and fishers and trappers, children and fools are ye 

"Look at the beasts when ye hunt them!" Swift from tk 

tumult he broke, 
Ran to the cave of his father and told him the shame tint 

they spoke. 

And the father of Ung gave answer, that was old and wiscifl 

the craft, 
Maker of pictures aforetime, he leaned on his lance m 

" If they could see as thou seest they would do what thou htst 

"And each man would make him a picture, and — ^what would 

become of my son? 

"There would be no pelts of the reindeer, flung down at thy 

cave for a gift, 
"Nor dole of the oily timber that comes on the Baltic drift; 
"No store of well-drilled needles, nor ouches of amber pak; 
"No new-cut tongues of the bison, nor meat of the stranded 


" Thou hast not toiled at the fishing when the sodden trammels 

"Nor worked the war-boats outward through the rush of the 

rock-staked seas, 

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Tet they bring thee fish and plunder — full meal and an 

easy bed — 
' And all tor the sake of thy pictures." And Ung held down 

his head. 

Thou has not stood to the Aurochs when the red snow reeks 

of the fight. 
** Men have no time at the houghing to count his curls aright. 
**And the heart of the hairy Mammoth, thou sayest, they do 

not see, 
** Yet they save it whole from the beaches and broil the best 

for thee. 

*^ And now do they press to thy pictures, with opened mouth 

and eye, 
*^And a little gift in the doorway, and the praise no gift can 

**But — sure they have doubted thy pictures, and that is a 

grievous stain — 
'"'Son that can see so clearly, return them their gifts again!" 

.And Ung looked down at his deerskins — their broad shell- 

tasselled bands — 
And Ung drew forward his mittens and looked at his naked 

And he gloved himself and departed, and he heard his father, 

Son that can see so clearly, rejoice that thy tribe is blind!" 


Straight on the glittering ice-field, by the caves of the lost 

Ung, a maker of pictures, fell to his scriving on bone — 
Even to mammoth editions. Gaily he whistled and sung, 
Blessing his tribe for their blindness. Heed ye the Story of 




QNCE, after lons-dniwn rerd at Hie BJecmakl* 

He to the overbeaiiiig Boaneqet 
Jontoa, uttered 0f half m it were Hqaor, 

Blessed be t^ nntageQ 

Saying how, at an alehooae under Cotawdd, 
He had made sore of his very Qeopatra, 
I^unk with encinnoua, salvation-oontenuiiag 
Love for a tin^. 

How, while he hid from &- Thotiuu'i keqio^ 
Crouched in a ditch and drenched by die nudnight 
Dews, he had listened to gipsy Juliet 

Rail at the dawning. 

How at Bankside, a boy drowning kittens 
Wnced at the business; whereupon his nster — 
Lady Macbeth aged seven — dirust 'em under. 
Sombrely scornful. 

How on a Sabbath, hushed and compasnonate — 
She being known since her birth to me townsldk— 
Stratford dredged and delivered from Avon 
Dripping Ophelia. 

So, with a thin third finger marrying 
Drop to wine-drop domed on the table, 
Shakespeare opened his heart till the sunrise- 
Entered to hear him. 

London wakened and he, imperturbable, 
Passed from waking to hurry after shadows . . . 
Busied upon shows of no earthly importance? 
Yes, but he knew iti 

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I 903 

(Thi Suk^dUor Sfumks) 

* The Flics- 
Office Files! 

Oblige me by referring to the Files. 
Eveiy question man can raise. 
Every phrase of every phase 
Of that question is on record in the Files 
(Threshed out threadbare — fought and finished in the Files). 
Ere the Universe at large 
Was our new-tipped arrows* targe — 
Ere we rediscovered Mammon and his wiles — 
Faenza, gentle reader, spent her — five-and-twentieth leader — 
(You will find him, waA some others, in the Files). 
Warn all coming Robert Brownings and Carlyles, 
It will interest them to hunt among the Files, 
Where unvisited, a-cold. 
Lie the crowded years of old 
In that Kensall-Green of greatness called the Files 
(In our newspaPire-la-Chaise the Office Files), 
Where the dead men lay them down 
Meekly sure of long renown, 
And above them, sere and swift, 
Packs the daily deepening drift 
Of the all-recording, all-effacing Files — 
The obliterating, automatic Files. 
Count the mighty men who slung 
Ink, Evangel, Sword, or Tongue 
When Reform and you were young — 
Made their boasts and spake according in the Files — 
(Hear the ghosts that wake applauding in the Files!) 


Trace each all-forgot career 

From long primer through brevier 

Unto Death, a para mimon in the Files 

(Para minion — solid — bottom of the Files). • • • 

Some successful Kings and Queens adorn the Files. 

They were great, their views were leaded. 

And their deaths were triple-headed, 

So they catch the eye in running through the Kki 

(Show as blazes in the mazes of the FiIm); 

For their ^'paramours and priests,** 

And their gross, jack4xxiced feasts, 

And their ''epoch-maridng actions" see the FikSi 

Was it Bomba fled the blue Sidlian ides? 

Was it Sa£B, a professor 

Once of Oxford, brought redress or 

Garibaldi? Who remembers 

Forty-odd-year-old Septembers? — 

Only sextons paid to (Ug among the Files 

(Such as I am, bom and bred among the Files). 

You must hack through much deposit 

Ere you know for sure who was it 

Came to burial with such honour in the Files 

(Only seven seasons back beneath the Files). 

"Very great our loss and grievous — 

"So our best and brightest leave us, 

"And it ends the Age of Giants," say the Files; 

All the '60— '70— '80— '90 Files 

(The open-minded, opportunist Files — 

The easy "O King, live for ever" Files). 

It is good to read a little in the Files; 

'Tis a sure and sovereign balm 

Unto philosophic calm. 

Yea, and philosophic doubt when Life beguiles. 

When you know Success is Greatness, 

When you marvel at your lateness 

In apprehending facts so plain to Smiles 

(Self- helpful, wholly strenuous Samuel Smiles). 

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When your Imp of Blind Desire 

Bids you set the Thames afire. 

You'll remember men have done so — ^in the Files. 

You'll have seen those flames transpire — in the Files 

(More than once that flood has run so — ^in the Files). 

When the Conchimarian horns 

Of the reboandc Noms 

Usher gentlemen and ladies 

With new lights on Heaven and Hades, 

Guaranteeing to Eternity 

All yesterday's modernity; 

When Brocken-spectres made by 

Some one's breath on ink parade by, 

Very earnest and tremendous. 

Let not shows of shows offend us. 

When of everything we like we 

Shout ecstatic : ** ^od ubiqucy 

**^uod ab omnibus means semper I** 

Oh, my brother, keep your temper! 

Light your pipe and take a look along the Files. 

You've a better chance to guess 

At the meaning of Success 

(Which is Greatness — vide press) 

When you've seen it in perspective in the Files. 


T^RY as he will, no man breaks wholly loose 

From his first love, no matter who she be. 
Oh, was there ever sailor free to choose, 
That didn't settle somewhere near the sea? 

Myself, it don't excite me nor amuse 
To watch a pack o' shipping on the sea. 

But I can understand my neighbour's views 
From certain things which have occurred to me. 

Men must keep toucli-Aitli tfbjpdiAjraMdtBii 
To earn their.linng, emt lAam'^kOf art tat; 
Andsooune back wpoa the la—twcniu 
Same M the Mukw aetded BflW the IM. 

He knows he's never g 

He knows he's done ud I 

And yet he likes to feel dw^ there to ne— 

If he diould aik hei^-fli die naed to be. 

Even though she coat hun dl he had «d loae, 
Even though she made him akk to hear or M^ 
Still, what the left of him will moatly chooK 
Her skirts to nt by. How oooMa nch to hei 

Parsons in pulpits, tax-p^en hi ftms. 
Kings en your tkrones, you hum as well at mt. 
We've only one virpnity to lose, 
jlnd where vie hit it there our hearts will ke I 



TpHIS is the sorrowful story 
Told ss the twilight fails 
And the monkeys walk tt^ther 
Holding their neighbours' tails: — 

"Our Others lived in the forest, 
"Foolish people were they, 

"They went down to the cornland 
"To teach the farmers to play. 

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Our fathers frisked in the millet, 
Our fathers skipped in the wheat, 
"Our fathers hung from the branches, 
"Our fathers danced in the street. 

"Then came the terrible farmers, 
"Nothing of play they knew, 

"Only . . . they caught our fathers 
"And set them to labour too! 



Set them to work in the cornland 
"With ploughs and sickles and flails. 

Put them in mud-walled prisons, 
"And — cut off their beautiful tails! 

"Now, we can watch our fathers. 
Sullen and bowed and old, 
Stooping over the millet, 
"Sharing the silly mould. 




Driving a foolish furrow. 

Mending a muddy yoke, 
Sleeping in mud-walled prisons, 
"Steeping their food in smoke. 

"We may not speak with our fathers, 

"For if the farmers knew 
"They would come up to the forest 

"And set us to labour too." 

This is the horrible story 

Told as the twilight fails 
And the monkeys walk together 

Holding their neighbours' tails. 



'T^WAS when the rain fell steady an' the Ark was pitched 
an* ready, 

That Noah got his orders for to take the bastes below; 
He dragged them all together by the horn an' hide an' feather, 

An' all excipt the Donkey was agreeable to go. 

First Noah spoke him fairly, thin talked to him sevarely, 

An* thin he cursed him squarely to the glory av the Lord:— 
" Divil take the ass that bred you, and the greater ass that 
fed you — 
"Divil go wid ye, ye spalpeen!" an' the Donkey wint 

But the wind was always failin', an' 'twas most onaisy sailin'. 

An' the ladies in the cabin couldn't stand the stable air; 

An' the bastes betwuxt the hatches, they tuk an* died in 


Till Noah said: — "There's wan av us that hasn't paid his 


For he heard a flusteration 'mid the bastes av all creation — 
The trumpetin' av elephints an' bellowin' av whales; 

An' he saw forninst the windy whin he wint to stop the shindy 
The Divil wid a stable-fork was bedivillin' their tails. 

The Divil cursed outrageous, but Noah said umbrageous: — 
**To what am I indebted for this tenant-right invasion?" 

An* the Divil gave for answer: "Evict me if you can, sir, 
"For I came in wid the Donkey — on Your Honour's 


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(About the 15th of thU month you may expect our Mr. — , with the usual 
Spring Seedy etc. Catalogues. — Florists* Announcement.,) 

IT'S forty in the shade to-day the spouting eaves declare; 
The boulders nose above the drift> the southern slopes are 
Hub-deep in slush Apollo's car swings north along the Zod- 
iac. Good lack, the Spring is back, and Pan is on the road! 

His house is Gee & Tellus* Sons> — so goes his jest with men — 
He sold us Zeus knows what last year; he'll take us in again. 
Disguised behind a livery-team, fur-coated, rubber-shod — 
Yet Apis from the bull-pen lows — he knows his brother God ! 

Now down the lines of tasselled pines the yearning whispers 

wake — 
Rtys of old thy love behold. Come in for Hermes' sake! 
How long since that so-Boston boot with reeling Maenads 

Numen adest ! Let be the rest. Pipe and we pay, O Pan. 

(What though his phlox and hollyhocks ere half a month 

\Miat though his ampelopsis clambered not as advertised? 
Though every seed was guaranteed and every standard true — 
Forget, forgive they did not live! Believe, and buy anew!) 

Now o'er a careless knee he flings the painted page abroad — 
Such bloom hath never eye beheld this side' the Eden Sword; 
Such fruit Pomona marks her own, yea. Liber oversees 
That we may reach (one dollar each) the Lost Hesperides! 


Serene, assenting, unabashed, he writes our orders d/Mir 
Blue Asphodel on all our paths — a few true bays for crowt-* < 
Uncankered bud, immortal flower, and leaves that never {A- ^ 
Apples of Gold, of Youth, of Health — and — thank 7oa,FM^{ 
that's all. 

He's off along the drifted pent to catch the Windsctf train, 
And swindle every citizen from Keene to Lake ChampliiB; 
But where his goatVhoof cut the crust — beloved, bak 

below — 
He's left us (1*11 forgive him all) the may-flower 'neath hrf 



(To an Almanac of Twelve Sports by W. Nicholson, 1898.) 

pjERE is a horse to tame 

Here is a gun to handle — 
Qod knows you can enter the game 
If you II only pay for the same. 
And the price of the game is a candle — 
j1 single flickering candle ! 

January {Hunting) Certes, it is a noble sport. 
And men have quitted seiie and swum for't. 

But I am of the meeker sort 
And I prefer Surtees in comfort. 

Reach me my Handley Cross again, 

My run, where never danger lurks, is 
With Jorrocks and his deathless train — 

Pigg, Binjimin, and Artexerxes. 

February {Coursing) Most men harry the world for fua— 
Each man seeks it a different way, 

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But "of all daft devils under the sun, 
A greyhound's the daftest" says Jorrocks J. 

March (Racing) The horse is ridden — the jockey rides — 

The backers back — the owners own 
But . . . there are lots of things beside. 

And / should let this game alone. 

April (Rawing) The Pope of Rome he could not win 

From pleasant meats and pleasant sin 
These who, replying not, submit 

Unto the curses of the pit 
Which that stern coach (oh, greater shame) 

Flings forth by number not by name. 
Can Triple Crown or Jesuit's oath 
Do what one wrathful trainer doth? 

May (Fishing) Behold a parable. A fished for B 

C took her bait; her heart being set on D. 
Thank heaven who cooled your blood and cramped your 

Men and not Gods torment you, little fishes! 

June (Cricket) Thank God who made the British Isles 

And taught me how to play, 
I do not worship crocodiles, 

Or bow the knee to clay! 
Oive me a willow wand and I 

With hide and cork and twine 
From century to century 

Will gambol round my shrine! 

JcLV (Archery) The child of the Nineties considers with 

The maid whom his sire in the Sixties ran after. 
While careering himself in pursuit of a girl whom 
The Twenties will dub a "last century heirloom." 


SarwMMKM. igiif"m.i Bead hoc tfe annl lanndlf « 

^Or B^L VnD ULttJ nBllif flDCS^ 

iTTace, bt^n or uuv onxtkfows 

Decewek (^ian^) Onr the ice die fies 
nncct uid poiacQ uid fiir. 

Sears IB mf truc-knre's eyci 
Teach me to do and dare. 

Now win I fly as she flies- 
Woe for me stars that n 

Stars I befadd in her eyes. 
Now do I see io 1117 bead! 

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Now we must come away. 

What are you oui of pocket t 
* Sorry to spoil your play 
Bui somebody says we must pay 

And the candle* s down to the socket — 
Its horrible tallowy socket. 


I 8 9 I 

)WTomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley 

a Spirit came to his bedside and gripped him by the 

hair — 
)irit gripped him by the hair and carried him far away, 
he heard as the roar of a rain-fed ford the roar of the 

Milky Way: 
he heard the roar of the Milky Way die down and drone 

and cease, 
they came to the Gate within the Wall where Peter holds 

the keys, 
md up, stand up now, Tomlinson, and answer loud and 

e good that ye did for the sake of men or ever ye came to 

e good that ye did for the sake of men in little earth so 

lone J" 
the naked soul of Tomlinson grew white as a rain-washed 


. have a friend on earth," he said, ** that was my priest and 

d well would he answer all for me if he were at my side.'* 


— "For that ye strove in neighbour-love it shall be 

"But now ye wait at Heaven's Gate and not tn Bctk^ 

"Though we called your fnend from his bed this mght,be 

could not speak for you, 
"For the race is run by one and one and never by two and 

Then Tomlinson looked up and down, and tittle gala «», 

For the naked stars grinned overhead, and he saw dist b 

soul was bare. 
The Wind that blows between the Worlds, it cut him Bbi 

And Tomlinson took up the talc and spoke of his good tt 

"O this I have read in a book," he said, " and that was told to 

"And this I have thought that another man thought of i 

Prince in Muscovy." 
The good souls flocked tike homing doves and bade htm dcir 

the path, 
And Peter twirled the jangling Keys in weariness and wnlh- 
"Ye have read, ye have heard, ye have thought," he sui, 

"and the tale is yet to run: 
"By the worth of the body that once ye had, give answer- I 

what ha' ye done?" 
Then Tomlinson looked back and forth, and little good it boit, 
For the darkness stayed at his shoulder-blade and Heavoi'i 

Gate before: — 
"O this I have felt, and this I have guessed, and this I haw 

heard men say, 
"And this they wrote that another man wrote of a carl in 

"Ye have read, ye have felt, ye have guessed, good ladt! Te 

have hampered Heaven's Gate; 
"There's little room between the stars in idleness to prate! 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 413 

**0 none may reach by hired speech of neighbour, priest, and 

**Through borrowed deed to God's good meed that lies so fair 

"Get hence, get hence to the Lord of Wrong, for the doom has 

yet to run, 
"And . . . the faith that ye share with Berkeley Square 

uphold you, Tomlinson!" 

The Spirit gripped him by the hair, and sun by sun they fell 
Till they came to the belt of Naughty Stars that rim * the 

mouth of Hell. 
The first are red with pride and wrath, the next are white with 

Hot the third are black with dinkered sins that cannot bum 

They may hold their path, they may leave their path, with 

never a soul to mark, 
Thcjr may bum or freeze, but they must not cease in the Scorn 

of the Outer Dark. 
The Wind that blows between the Worlds, it nipped him to 

the bone, 
And he yearned to the flare of Hell-gate there as the light of 

his own hearth-stone. 
The Devil he sat behind the bars, where the desperate legions 

But he caught the hasting Tomlinson and would not let him 

"Wot ye the price of good pit-coal that I must pay?" said he, 
"That ye rank yoursel' so fit for Hell and ask no leave of me ? 
"I am all o'er-sib to Adam's breed that ye should give me 

**For I strove with God for your First Father the day that he 

was bom. 
^Stdown, sit down upon the slag, and answer loud and high 


"The haifn that yc did to the Sons of Men or ever you 

to die." 

And TooUinson looked up and up, and saw against the niglit 
The belly of a tortured star blood-red in Hell-Mouth ligbf, 
And Tcmluison looked down and down, and saw beneacti hii 

The Irontlct of a tortured stsr nnlk>iriute in Heli-Mauli 


"O I had a love on earth," said he, ** that kissed mc to my Ml; 
"And if ye would call my love to mc I know she would answer 

— "All that ye did in love forbid it shall be written fair, 
"But now ye wait at Hell-Mouth Gate and not in BerWcy 

"Though We whistled your love from her bed to-night, 1 ow 

she would not run, 
"For the sin ye do by two and two ye must pay kroatW 

one ! " 
The Wnd that blows between the Worlds, it cut him Kkt* 

AndTomlinson took up the tale and spoke of his ^s in life' 
"Once I ha' laughed at the power of Love and twice at tu 

grip of the Grave, 
"Anddirice I ha' patted my God on the head that men miglil 

call me brave." 
The Devil he blew on a brandercd soul and set it aade f 1 

cool: — 
"Do ye think I would waste my good pit-coal on the hide a 

a brain-sick fool? 
"1 see no worth in the hobnailed mirth or the jolthead jest ye 

"That I should waken my.gentiemcn that are sleeping thtce 

on a grid." 
Then Tomlinson looked back and forth, and there waa bttle 


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^ ^faJr, this I ha' heard," quo' Tomlinson, **and this was 
noised abroad, 
"And this I ha' got from a Belgian book on the word of a dead 

French lord." 
—"Ye ha' heard, ye ha* read, ye ha' got, good lack! and the 

tale b^ns afresh — 
"Have ye sinned one sin for the pride o' the eye or the sin- 
ful lust of the flesh ?" 
Then Tomlinson he gripped the bars and yammered, **Let 

me in — 
"For I mind that I borrowed my neighbour's wife to sin the 

deadly sin." 
The Devil he grinned behind the bars, and banked the fires 

"Did ye read of that sin in a book?" said he; and Tomlinson 

said, "Ay!" 
The Devil he blew upon his nails, and the little devils ran, 
And he said: "Go husk this whimpering thief that comes in 

the guise of a man: 
** Winnow him out 'twixt star and star, and sieve his proper 

** There's sore decline in Adam 'si line if this be spawn of 

Smpusa's crew, so naked-new they may not face the fire, 
But weep that they bin too small to sin to the height of their 

Over the coal they chased the Soul, and racked it all abroad, 
As children rifle a caddis-case or the raven's foolish hoard 
And back they came with the tattered Thing, as children 

after play. 
And they said: "The soul that he got from God he has bar- 
tered clean away. 
"We have threshed a stook of print and book, and winnowed 

a chattering wind, 
"And many a soul wherefrom he stole, but his we cannot find. 
"We have handled him, we have dandled him, we have seared 
him to the bone, 




And Sire, if tooth and ntil show tmdi he hat no aonlof 1 


own. ]■ 

The Devil he bowed his head on his bccast and nimbleddeM 

and low: — ■ 

"I'm aU o'er-sib to Adam's bteed diat I ahould hid lin|tl 
Yet close we lie, and deep we lie, and if I gKwt Um phoe^ ■ 
My gentlemen that are so proud would flout me tomffaoil 
They'd call my house a conmion stews and me a cuckal 

host, I 

And — I would not anger my gendemen for die sake of il 

shifdess ^ost." I 

The Devil he looked at the mangled Soul that pfayed tDtbetl 

the flame, I 

And he thought of Holy Charity, but he thou^t of IuiomI 

good name: — I 

" Now ye could haste my coal to waste, and sit ye down tobj-m 
" Did ye think of that theft for yourself?" said he; andToB- 1 

linson said, "Ay!" 1 

The Devil he blew an outward breath, for his heart was ftv I 

from care: — I 

"Ye have scarce the soul of a louse," he said, "but the roots I 

of sin are there. I 

"And for that sin should ye come in were I the lord alone. I 
" But sinful pride has rule inside — ay, mightier than myoiwo* I 
"Honour and Wit, fore-damned they sit, to each his Priest I 

and Whore; I 

"Nay, scarce I dare myself go there, and you they'd torture I 

sore. I 

"Ye are neither spirit nor spirk," he said; "ye are ndditf ' 

book nor brute — 
"Go, get ye back to the flesh again for the sake of Msn*s 

"Tm all o'er-sib to Adam's breed that I should mock yoor 

" But look that ye win to worthier sin ere ye come back agsin. 
"Get hence, the hearse is at your door — the grim black stal- 
lions wait — 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 417 

**Thcy bear your clay to place to-day. Speed, lest ye come 

too late! 
Go back to Earth with a lip unsealed — go back with an open 

And carry my word to the Sons of Men or ever ye come ta 

"That the sin they do by two and two they must pay for one 

by one, 
''And . . . the God that you took from a printed book 

be with you, Tomlinson!" 




Behold there is a woman that hath a familiar spirit at En-dor." i Samuel, 

xxviii. 7. 

npHE road to En-dor is easy to tread 

For Mother or yearning Wife. 
There, it is sure, we shall meet our Dead 

As they were even in life. 
Earth has not dreamed of the blessing in store 
For desolate hearts on the road to En-dor. 

Whispers shall comfort us out of the dark — 

Hands — ah God! — that we knew! 
Visions and voices — look and hark! — 

Shall prove that the tale is true, 
And that those who have passed to the further shore 
May be hailed — at a price — on the road to En-dor. 

But they are so deep in their new eclipse 

Nothing they say can reach, 
Unless it be uttered by alien lips 

And framed in a stranger's speech. 
The son must send word to the mother that bore, 
Through an hireling's mouth. 'Tis the rule of En-dor. 


And not for nothing these gifts are shown 

By such as delight our dead. 
They must twitch and stiffen and slaver and groan 

Ere the eyes are set in the head. 
And the voice from the belly begins. Therefore, 
We pay them a wage where they ply at En-dor. 

Even so, we have need of faith 

And patience to follow the clue. 
Often, at first, what the dear one saith 

Is babble, or jest, or untrue. 
(Lying spirits perplex us sore 

Till our loves — and their lives — are well-known a€ 

Oh the road to En-dor is the oldest road 

And the craziest road of all ! 
Straight it runs to the Witches abodcy 

As it did in the days of Saul, 
And nothing has changed of the sorrow in store 
For such as go down on the road to En-dor ! 



TX/'HEN the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in hi9 

He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside. 
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and 

For the female of the species is more deadly than the male. 

When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man, 
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can. 

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^ut his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside 

the trail. 
I**or the female of the species is more deadly than the male. 

^Hien the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choc- 

TTiey prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the 

*Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark en- 
thusiasts pale. 

For the female of the species is more deadly than the male. 

Man's timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say. 
For the Woman that God gave him isn't his to give away; 
But when hunter meets with husband, each confirms the 

other's tale — 
Tlie female of the species is more deadly than the male. 

Bi4an, a bear in most relations — worm and savage otherwise, — 
Man propounds negotiations, Man accepts the compromise. 
Very rarely will he squarely push the logic of a fact 
To its ultimate conclusion in unmitigated act. 

Pear, or foolishness, impels him, ere he lay the wicked low. 
To concede some form of trial even to his fiercest foe. 
Mirth obscene diverts his anger — Doubt and Pity oft perplex 
Him in dealing with an issue — to the scandal of The Sex! 

But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame 
IWes her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for 

the same; 
And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail, 
The female of the species must be deadlier than the male. 

Sle who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her 

May not deal in doubt or pity — must not swerve for fact or 


TTnoe be pvireiy axa^e Jli q aiuas — «;€ ia tkeae kr kBOor 
5ae die 0c3fe=* Liw ve &«e Wy is dbst Ljv and nodung die. Ij 

>cre cd irriz^ ao skts cq Eviae tku tke powcts that make 

Ai tse M:d&er or ck Isnat and tke Mbtress of the Matt. 
Asd wisez Bsise ami Man are U i king and siie strides un- 

Her rifftz as Ksxaae ^aai baroo), her equipment is the same 

Soe -Is wgdicd a» cooYictkxis — in default of grosser ties; 
Her coc7s::ti<:c5 are her children. Heaven help him who 

Hf vtII rr.^t -o suave disoxssion* but the instant, white-hot, 

Wakened female ci the species waning as for spouse and 

Unprovoked and awfiil charges — even so the she-bear fights. 
Speech that drips, corrodes, and poisons — even so the cobra 

Scientific \-iviscction of one ner^'e till it is raw 
And the victim writhes in anguish — like the Jesuit with the 

squaw ! 

So it comes that Man, the coward, when he gathers to confer 

With his fellow-braves in council, dare not leave a place for 

Where, at war with Life and Conscience, he uplifts his erring 

To some God of Abstract Justice — which no woman under- 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885^1918 421 

id Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman 

that God gave him 
jst command but may not govern — shall enthral but not 

enslave him. 
d She knows, because She warns him, and Her instincts 

never fail, 
at the Female of Her Species is more deadly than the Male. 


I 91 7 

(to lyde of the music halls) 

Tl/'HAT boots 1/ on the Gods to calif 

SincCy answered or unheard^ 
We perish with the Gods and all 
Things made — except the Word. 

Ere certain Fate had touched a heart 

By fifty years made cold, 
I judged thee, Lyde, and thy art 
O'erblown and over-bold. 

But he — but he, of whom bereft 
I suffer vacant days — 

He on his shield not meanly left- 
He cherished all thy lays. 

Witness the magic coffer stocked 

With convoluted runes 
Wherein thy very voice was locked 

And linked to circling tunes. 



Witnesft thy portnut» smoke-defiled. 
That decked his shelter-place. 

Life seemed more present, wrote die 
Beneath thy well-known fooe. 

And when the grudging dajrs res t ored 

Him for a breath to nome. 
He, mth fresh crowds of youdi, adored 

Thee making mirth in Rome. 

Therefore, I humble, join the hosts, 

Loyal and loud, who bow 
To thee as Queen of Song — and ^losts, 

For I remember how 

Never more rampant rose the Hall 

At thy audacious line 
Than when the news came in from Gaul 

Thy son had — followed mine. 

But thou didst hide it in thy breast 
And, capering, took the brunt 

Of blaze and blare, and launched the jest 
That swept next week the front. 

Singer to children ! Ours possessed 
Sleep before noon — but thee, 

Wakeful each midnight for the rest. 
No holocaust shall free! 

Yet ihey who use the Word assigned^ 

To hearten and make whole y 
Not less than Gods have served mankind^ 

Though vultures rend their soul. 

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T OVE and Death once ceased their strife 

At the Tavern of Man's Life. 
Called for wine, and threw — alas! — 
Each his quiver on the grass. 
When the bout was o'er they found 
Mingled arrows strewed the ground. 
Hastily they gathered then 
EsLch the loves and lives of men. 
Ah, the fateful dawn deceived! 
Mingled arrows each one sheaved. 
Death's dread armoury was stored 
With the shafts he most abhorred; 
Love's light quiver groaned beneath 
Venom-headed darts of Death. 
Thus it was they wrought our woe 
At the Tavern long ago. 
Tell me, do our masters know. 
Loosing blindly as they fly. 
Old men love while young men die ? 


not look for holy saints to guide me on my way, 
nale and female devilkins to lead my feet astray, 
e are added, I rejoice — if not, I shall not mind, 
J as I have leave and choice to meet my fellow-kind, 
as we come and as we go (and deadly-soon go we!) 
people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me! 


Tlius I will honour pious men whose virtue sKines so bri^t 
(Thoi^ none are more amazed than I when I by chance In , 

And I will bity foolish men for woe th^ sins have Invd 
(Though ninety-nine per cent, of mitie I brought on nyoMl 
And, Amorite or E^en^te, or General Averagee, 
The people, Lord, Thy'*f)eople, are good enough for mel 

And when they bore me overmuch, I will not shake mine can, 
Recalling many thousand such whom I have bored u toff- 
And when they labour to impress, I will not doubt nor socff; 
Since I myself have done no less and — sometimes pulled it off. 
Yea, as we are and we are not, and we pretend to be, 
The people. Lord, Thy people, are good enough lor me! 

And when they work me random wrong, as oftentimes hstli 

I will not cherish hate too long (my hands are none too deso). 
And when they do mc random good I will not feign soifn*- 
No more than those whom I have cheered with wayiie 
But, as we give and as we take — whate'er our tfdcings be^ 
The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enou^ lor mc^- 

But when I meet with frantic folk who nnfuUy declare 
There is no pardon for their ^n, the same I will not sp^^ 
Till I have proved that Heaven and Hell which in our liea^ 

we have 
Show nothing irredeemable on either side the grave. 
For as we live and as we die — if utter Death there be — 
The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me! 

Deliver me from every pride — the Middle, High, and Low- 
That bars me from a brother's side, whatever pride he show. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 425 

^nd purge me from all heresies of thought and speech and pen 
That bid me judge him otherwise than I am judged. Amen I 
That I may sing of Crowd or King or road-borne company, 
That I may labour in my day, vocation and degree, 
To prove the same in deed and name, and hold unshakenly 
(VVhere'er I go, whate'er I know, whoe'er my neighbour be) 
This single faith in Life and Death and to Eternity: 
*The people. Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!" 



tL ROSE, in tatters on the garden path. 

Cried out to God and murmured 'gainst His Wrath, 
Because a sudden wind at twilight's hush 
Had snapped her stem alone of all the bush. 
And God, Who hears both sun-dried dust and sun. 
Had pity, whispering to that luckless one. 
"Sister, in that thou sayest We did not well — 
What voices heardst thou when thy petals fell?" 
And the Rose answered, '* In that evil hour 
"A voice said, 'Father, wherefore falls the flower? 
"'For lo, the very gossamers are still.' 
"And a voice answered, 'Son, by Allah's Will!'" 

Then softly as a rain-mist on the sward, 

Came to the Rose the Answer of the Lord: 

"Sister, before We smote the Dark in twain, 

"Ere yet the stars saw one another plain, 

"Time, Tide, and Space, We bound unto the task 

"That thou shouldst fall, and such an one should ask." 

Whereat the withered flower, all content, 

Died as they die whose days are innocent; 

While he who questioned why the flower fell 

Caught hold of God and saved his soul from Hell. 



I 9 I I 

f F YOU stop tx> find out what your wages will b^ 

And how they will clothe and feed you, 
Willie, my son, don't you go on the Sea, 
For the Sea will never need you. 

If you ask for the reason of every command, 

And argue with people about you, 
Willie, my son, don't you go on the Land, 

For the Land will do better without you. 

If you stop to consider the work you have done 
And to boast what your labour is worth, dear. 

Angels may come for you, Willie, my son, 
But you'll never be wanted on Earth, dear! 



TTHE dead child lay in the shroud, 
And the widow watched beside; 
And her mother slept, and the Channel swept 
The gale in the teeth of the tide. 

But the mother laughed at all. 

" I have lost my man in the sea, 
"And the child is dead. Be still," she said, 

"What more can ye do to me?" 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 427 

The widow watched the dead, 

And the candle guttered low, 
And she tried to sing the Passing Song 

That bids the poor soul go. 

.And "Mary take you now," she sang, 

"That lay against my heart." 
.And "Mary smooth your crib to-night," 

But she could not say "Depart." 

nrhen came a cry from the sea. 

But the sea-rime blinded the glass, 

.^nd "Heard ye nothing, mother?" she said, 
" Tis the child that waits to pass." 

-^nd the nodding mother sighed. 

"Tis a lambing ewe in the whin, 
"^ ''For why should the christened soul cry out 

"That never knew of sin?" 

O feet I have held in my hand, 

"O hands at my heart to catch, 
How should they know the road to go, 

"And how should they lift the latch?" 

hey laid a sheet to the door. 

With the little quilt atop, 
hat it might not hurt from the cold or the dirt. 

But the crying would not stop. 

e widow lifted the latch 
And strained her eyes to see, 

d opened the door on the bitter shore 
To kt the aoul go free. 


lliere was neither glimmer nor ^u»t, 
There wM ndther s^nrit «»' spark. 

And "Heard ye nodiin^ manheri" die • 
" TIs crying for me in the dtric" 

And the nodding mother si^ed: 

"Tis sorrow makes ye dull; 
"Have ye yet to team tlie err of the tern, 

"Or die wail (^ the irind-Uown gaUf 

"The terns are blown inland* 
"The grey gall kXknn die p*"^ 

"T wasnever alnnl, the voiee I heard, 
"O mother, I hear it nowl" 

"Ue still, dear lamb, Ue still; 

"The child is passed from harm, ^^^ 

" Tis the ache in your breast that broke your rc"^^ 

"And the feel of an empty arm." 

She put her modier aude, 

"In Mary's name let bel ^ 

"For the peace of my soul I must go," she said. 

And she went to the calling sea. 

In the heel of the wind-bit pier, 

Where the twisted weed was piled, 
She came to the life she had missed by an hour 

For she came to a little child. 

She laid it into her breast. 
And back to her mother she came. 

But it would not feed and it would not heed. 
Though she gave it her own child's name. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 429 

And the dead child dripped on her breast, 
And her own in the shroud lay stark; 

And "God forgive us, mother," she said, 
"Wc let it die in the dark!" 


I 894 

'PAREWELL, Romance! the Cave-men said; 

"With bone well carved he went away, 
"Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead. 
And jasper tips the spear to-day. 
Changed are the Gods of Hunt and Dance, 
And He with these. Farewell, Romance!" 



Farewell, Romance!" the Lake-folk sighed; 
We lift the weight of flatling years; 
"^'The caverns of the mountain-side 

"Hold Him who scorns our hutted piers. 
"**Lost hills whereby we dare not dwell, 
*** Guard ye His rest. Romance, Farewell!" 

*** Farewell, Romance!" the Soldier spoke; 

" By sleight of sword we may not win, 
"**But scuffle 'mid uncleanly smoke 

"Of arquebus and culverin. 
"** Honour is lost, and none may tell 
^*Who paid good blows. Romance, farewell! 

* 'Farewell, Romance!" the Traders cried; 

"Our keels have lain with every sea; 
* ''The dull-returning wind and tide 

"Heave up the wharf where we would be; 
" ""The known and noted breezes swell 
' *Our trudging sails. Romance, farewell!" 




Good-bye, Romance!" die Skipper sud; 
He vanished with the coal we bum. 
"Our dial marks full-^team ahead, 

"Our speed is timed to half a turn. 
"Sure as the ferried barge we ply ^ 

" Twixt port and port. Romance, good-bye^ 

"Romance!" the season-tickets mourn, 

**He never ran to catch his train, 
" But passed with coach and guard and hom-"''''''^^ 

"And left the local— late again!" ^^ 

Confound Romance! • • • And all unscef^^^^ 
Romance brought up the nine-fifteen. 

His hand was on the lever laid. 
His oil-can soothed the worrying cranks, 

His whistle waked the snowbound grade. 
His fog-horn cut the reeking Banks; 

By dock and deep and mine and mill 

The Boy-god reckless laboured still! 

Robed, crowned and throned, He wove his spell, ^ 
Where heart-blood beat or hearth-smoke airlto^ 

With unconsidered miracle, 

Hedged in a backward-gazing world: 

Then taught his chosen bard to say: 

"Our King was with us — yesterday!" 


I 893 

TpHE King has called for priest and cup. 

The King has taken spur and blade 
To dub True Thomas a belted knight. 
And all for the sake o* the songs he made. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 431 

They have sought him high, they have sought him low. 
They have sought him over down and lea. 

They have found him by the milk-white thorn 
That guards the gates o' Faerie. 

'Twos bent beneath and blue above^ 
Their eyes were held that they might not see 

The kine that grazed beneath the knoweSy 
Ohy they were the Queens 0' Faerie! 



Now cease your song," the King he said, 
Oh, cease your song and get you dight 
To vow your vow and watch your arms, 
"For I will dub you a belted knight. 

**For I will ^vc you a horse o' pride, 

Wi' blazon and spur and page and squire; 
Wi' keep and tail and seizin and law, 
"And land to hold at your desire." 

True Thomas smiled above his harp. 
And turned his face to the naked sky, 

"Where, blown before the wastrel wind 
The thistle-down she floated by. 

'■' I ha' vowed my vow in another place, 

"And bitter oath it was on me. 
^*I ha' watched my arms the lee-long* night, 

"Where five-score fighting men would flee. 

"**My lance is tipped o' the hammered flame, 
"My shield is beat o' the moonlight cold; 

* 'And I won my spurs in the Middle World, 
"A thousand fathom beneath the mould. 



' And what should I make «i' a liorse o* pride, 
"And what should I make wi' a sword so brcnw^ 

"Bot tpill the rings o* the Gentle Folk 
"And flyte my kin in the Fairy Town? 

"And what should I make wi* blazon and belt, 

"Wi' keep and tul and soan and fee, 

*And what should I do wi' page and squire 

"lliat am a king tn my own couatrie? 

"For I send eut and I aeod wtat, 

"And I send far u my will mar flee, 
**By dawn wid dusk and tbe driuang run, 

"And syne my Sendings return to me. 

"They come wi' news of the groanin' earth, 
"They come wi' news o' the roarin' sea, 

"Wi' word of Spirit and Ghost and Flesh, 
"And man, that's mazed among the three." 

The King he bit his nether Up, 

And smote his hand upon his knee: 
"By the faith o' my soul. True Thomas," he 

"Ye waste no wit in courtesie! 

"As I desire, unto my pride, 

"Can I make Earls by three and three, 
'To run before and ride behind 

"And serve the sons o' my body." 

"And what care I for your row-foot earls, 
"Or all the sons o' your body? 

" Before they win to the Pride o' Name, 
" I trow they all ask leave o' me. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 433 

For I make Honour wi' muckle mouth, 
As I make Shame wi' mincin' feet, 
**To sing wi' the priests at the market-cross, 
"Or run wi' the dogs in the naked street. 

** And some they give me the good red gold, 
"And some they give me the white money, 

** And some they give me a clout o' meal, 
"For they be people of low degree. 

^* And the song I sing for the counted gold 
"The same I sing for the white money, 

** But best I sing for the clout o' meal 
"That simple people given me." 

The King cast down a silver groat, 

A silver groat o' Scots money, 
** If I come wi' a poor man's dole," he said, 

"True Thomas, will ye harp to me?" 

'^* V^henas I harp to the children small, 
"They press me close on either hand. 

** And who are you," True Thomas said, 

"That you should ride while they must stand? 

* X^ight down, light down from your horse o' pride, 

** I trow ye talk too loud and hie, 

* -And I will make you a triple word, 

** And syne, if ye dare, ye shall 'noble me." 

s has lighted down from his horse o' pride, 
^And set his back against the stone, 
ow guard you well," True Thomas said, 
*Ere I rax your heart from your breast-bone! 



True Thomas played opon his harp. 
The fairy harp that couldna lee. 

And the first least word the proud King heatd. 
It harpit the salt tear out o' his e'e. 



Oh, I see the love that I lost long syne, 
"I touch the hope that I may not see. 

And all that I did of hidden shame, 
''Like little snakes they hiss at me. 

''The sun is lost at noon — at noon! 

"The dread o' doom has grippit me. 
"True Thomas, hide me under your cloak, 

"God wot, I'm little fit to dee!" 

*Twas bent beneath and blue above — 
*Twas open field and running flood — 

Where y hot on heath and dyke and wally 
The high sun warmed the adder^s brood. 


Lie down, lie down," True Thomas said. 
"The God shall judge when all is done, 
"But I will bring you a better word 
"And lift the cloud that I laid on." 

True Thomas played upon his harp, 
That birled and brattled to his hand, 

And the next least word True Thomas made. 
It garred the King take horse and brand. 

"Oh, I hear the tread o' the fighting-men, 
"I see the sun on splent and spear. 

"I mark the arrow outen the fern 
"That flies so low and sings so clear! 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 43 S 

"Advance my standards to that war, 
*'And bid my good knights prick and ride; 

"The gled shall watch as fierce a fight 
" As e'er was fought on the Border side!" 

^Twas bent beneath and blue above^ 
'Twas nodding grass and naked sky, 

JVherey ringing up the wastrel mindy 
The eyass stooped upon the pye. 

True Thomas sighed above his harp^ 
And turned the song on the midmost string; 

And the last least word True Thomas made, 
He harpit his dead youth back to the King. 

'"'Now I am prince, and I do well 
"To love my love withouten fear; 

**To widk with man in fellowship, 

"And breathe my horse behind the deer. 

**My hounds they bay unto the death, 
"The buck has couched beyond the burn, 

"My love she waits at her window 
"To wash my hands when I return. 

"For that I live am I content 
"(Oh! I have seen my true love's eyes) 

"To stand wi' Adam in Eden-glade, 
"And run in the woods o' Paradise!" 

*Twas naked sky and nodding grass ^ 
*Twas running ^ood and wastrel windy 

JVherey checked against the open pasSy 
The red deer turned to wait the hind. 


True Thomas laid his harp away. 
And louted low at the saddk^side; 

He haj taken stimip and hauden rein. 
And set the Kii^ on his horse o' pride. 

"Sleep ye or wake," True Thomas said, 
"That sit so still, that muse so long? 

"Sleep ye or wake? — ^till the Latter Steep 
" I trow ye*U not finget my song. 

" I ha' harpit a shadow out o* the sun 
To stand before your fttcc and cry; 
I ha' armed the earth beneadi your heel. 
And over your head I ha' dusked the sky. 



" I ha' harpit ye up to the Throne o' God, 
** I ha' harpit your midmost soul in three; 

**I ha' harpit yc down to the Hinges o' Hell, 
"And — ye — would — make — a Knight o* mc! 



TpHE Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inheri 

that good part; 
But the Sons of Martha favour their Mother of the can 

soul and the troubled heart. 
And because she lost her temper once, and because she i 

rude to the Lord her Guest, 
Her Sons must wait upon Mary's Sons, world without c 

reprieve, or rest. 

It is their care in all the ages to take the buffet and cush 

the shock. 
It is their care that the gear engages; it is their care that 

switches lock. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 437 

I their care that the wheels run truly; it is their care to 

embark and entrain, 
y, transport, and deliver duly the Sons of Mary by land 

and main. 

f say to mountains, "Be ye removM." They say to the 

lesser floods "Be dry." 
er their rods are the rocks reprovM — they are not afraid 

of that which is high. 
1 do the hill-tops shake to the summit — then is the bed 

of the deep laid bare, 
t the Sons of Mary may overcome it, pleasantly sleeping 

and unaware. 

f finger death at their gloves' end where they piece and 

repiece the living wires. 
"ears against the gates they tend: they feed him hungry 

belund their fires. 
Y at dawn, ere men see clear, they stumble into his 

terrible stall, 
hale him forth like a haltered steer, and goad and turn 

him till evenfall. 

Iiese from birth is Belief forbidden; from these till death is 
Relief afar. 

r are concerned with matters hidden — ^under the earth- 
line their altars are: 

secret fountains to follow up, waters withdrawn to restore 
to the mouth, 

gather the floods as in a cup, and pour them again at a 
city's drouth. 

'' do not preach that their God will rouse them a little 

before the nuts work loose. 
• do not teach that His Pity allows them to leave their 

job when they dam-well choose. 


As in Ak thronged and the lighted ways, so in the dirk and 

the desert they stand, 
Wary and watchful all their daya that their brethren's dijl 

nay be long in the land. 

Raise ye the stone or deare the wood to make a path more 

fair or flat; 
LOj it is black already mth blood some Son of Martha spilU 

ftw thati 
Not asa ladder from earth to HeftTcn, not as a witness to uj 

But ample service amply gtfen to Us own hand 

mon need. 

they know W| 

And the Sons of Mary smile and are blessM — they 

angels are on their side. 
They know tn them is the Grace confess^, and for them iR 

the Mercies multiplied. 
They sit at the Feet — they hear the Word — they seeiw 

truly the Promise runs. 
They have cast their burden upon the Lord, and — the IM 

He lays it on Martha's Sons! 



AX/HEN I was King and a Mason — a Master proven u^l 
^^ okilled- ! 

I cleared me ground for a Palace such a« « King siraiild bnii 
I decreed and dug down to my levels. Presently> ondct it 

I came on the wreck of a Palace such as a King had built. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 439 

There was no worth in the fashion — there was no wit in the 

plan — 
Hither and thither, aimless, the ruined footings ran — 
Masonry, brute, mishandled, but carven on every stone: 
^^^ter me cometh a Builder. Tell him^ I too have known,*' 

Swift to my use in my trenches, where my weU-planned 

ground-works grew, 
I toffibled his quoins and his ashlars, and cut and reset them 


Lime I milled of his marbles; burned it, slacked it, and spread; 
Taking and leaving at pleasure the gifts of the humble dead. 

Yet I despised not nor gloried; yet, as we wrenched them 

I read in the razed foundations the heart of that builder's 

Ai he had risen and pleaded, so did I understand 
The form of the dream he had followed in the face of the thing 

he had planned. 

When I was a King and a Mason — in the open noon of my 

Thcjr sent me a Word from the Darkness — ^They whispered 

and called me aside. 
They said — "The end is forbidden." They said — "Thy use 

is fulfilled. 
"Thy Palace shall stand as that other's — the spoil of a King 

who shall build." 

I called my men from my trenches, my quarries, my wharves, 

and my sheers. 
AD I had wrought I abandoned to the faith of the faithless 

Only I cut on the timber — only I carved on the stone: 
^AfUr me comHh a Builder. Tell him, I too have known /" 


-4 7" 

K. -^I 

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aa£s$ ac some jest. IwouUl 

•-It T "vxj. i::\L It rri^r serrs =« in a dme when jests arc 

Ax OsiT Sos 

BjiSCSZ;? r-iT i-l^ir Cxd 

=iy Mother. She 

o« grief for me. 

T*'i Armv 

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I- ^rj 

:>. Frfscrc: did he find 
:h J : '>xiy . will, and mind : 
:cr. >trsr.;^th he came to prove 
Cc^^.^a^-:^?csh:^•, and Love: 
::jh Lev- r:? Death he went: 
:h Death he lies content. 

The Wonder 

Bcviy ar.i 5r:r!t I surrendered whole 

To harsh Instructors — and received a soul , 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 441 

If mortal man could change me through and through 
From all I was — ^what may The God not do? 

Hindu ^epoy in France 

I man in his own country prayed we know not to what 

pray Them to reward him for his bravery in ours. 

The Coward 

I could not look on Death, which being known. 
Men led me to him, blindfold and alone. 


My name, my speech, my self I had forgot. 
My wife and children came — I knew them not. 
I died. My Mother followed. At her call 
And on her bosom I remembered all. 

A Grave near Cairo 

Gods of the Nile, should this stout fellow here 
Get out — get out! He knows not shame nor fear. 

Pelicans in the Wilderness 
(A grave near halfa) 

blown sand heaps on me, that none may learn 
Tierc I am laid for whom my children grieve. . . . 
ings that beat at dawning, ye return 
it of the desert to your young at eve! 

The Favour 

Ji favoured me from the first, well knowing I could not 

» wait on him day by day. He quitted my betters and 



f over the fields, and, when he had made all surt, 
"Thyuneisat end," he said, "but at least I have saved iO i 

The Becikner _^ 

On die fit«t hoar of^ foe .1U7 

la the frotit twaAl'ISL' 
(Children io bosM at a plar 

Stand up to irneh tt wJL) 

ILA.F.<Aiiiiiir>wmaa>. : 

Laughing throudi doud^ hif,jiulk.«eeth tttU nnshed. 
Cities and men he amote fivm cnnefhead. 
His deaths delivered, he returned to pUy 
Childlike, with childish things now put away. 

The Repined Man 

I was of delicate mind. I stepped aside for my needs. 
Disdaining the common office. I was seen from afar ant 
kiUed. . . . 
How is this matter for mirth? Let each man be judged b] 
his deeds. 
/ Aave paid my price to lioe with myself on the terms thtt j 

Native Watbr-Caruer (M. E. F.) 

Prometheus brought down fire to men. 

This brought up water. 
The Gods are jealous — now, as then. 

Giving no quarter. 

Bombed in London 

On land and sea I strove with anrioos care 
To escape conscription. It was in the ur! 

INCXrUSIVE EDITION. 1885-1918 443 

The Sleepy Sentinel 

diless the watch that I kept: now I have none to keep. 
u slain because I slept: now I am slain I sleep, 
no man reproach me again, whatever watch is unkept — 
eep because I am slain. They slew me because I slept. 

Batteries out of Ammunition 

If any mourn us in the workshop, say 
We died because the shift kept holiday. 

Common Form 

If any question why we died. 
Tell them, because our fathers lied. 

A Dead Statesman 

I could not dig: I dared not rob: 
Therefore I lied to please the mob. 
Now all my lies are proved untrue 
And I must face the men I slew. 
What tale shall serve me here among 
Mine angry and defrauded young? 

The Rebel 

If I had clamoured at Thy Gate 

For gift of Life on Earth, 
And, thrusting through the souls that wait. 

Flung headlong into birth — 
Even then, even then, for gin and snare 

About my pathway spread, 
Lord, I had mocked Thy thoughtful care 

Before I joined the Dead! 
But now? ... I was beneath Thy Hand 

Ere yet the Planets came. 
And now — though Planets pass, I stand 

The witness to Thy shame. 



The Obedient 

Daily, though no ears attended, 

Did my prayers arise. 
Daily, though no fire descended 

Did I sacrifice. 
Though .. ' kness did not lift, 

TJi :d no lighter odds, 

Thoi is bestowed no gift. 

None the less, 

None , I served the Gods! 

A Drif- off Tarentum ^H 

He from the wind-bittsn north with ship uid oompi 
Searchii^ for eggs of death spawned by invisible hi 
Many he found and drew forth. Of a sudden the i 
In flame and a clamorous breath not new to the eyc-p 

Destroyers in Collision 

For Fog and Fate no charm is found 

To lighten or amend. 
I, hurrying to my bride, was drowned — 

Cut down by my best friend. 

Convoy Escort 

I was a shepherd to fools 
Causelessly bold or afraid. 

They would not abide by my niles. 
Yet they escaped. For I stayed. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 445 

Unknown Female Corpse 

Headless, lacking foot and hand. 
Horrible I come to land. 
I beseech all women's sons 
Know I was a mother once. 

Raped and Revenged 

One used and butchered me: another spied 
Me broken — for which thing an hundred died. 
So it was learned among the heathen hosts 
How much a freeborn woman's favour costs. 

Salonikan Grave 

I have watched a thousand days 

Push out and crawl into night 

Slowly as tortoises. 

Now I, too, follow these. 

It is fever, and not the fight — 

Time, not battle — that slays. 

The Bridegroom 

Call me not false, beloved. 
If, from thy scarce-known breast 

So little time removed. 
In other arms I rest. 

For this more ancient bride 
Whom coldly I embrace 

Was constant at my side 
Before I saw thy face. 


CXir marriage, often 

By miracle delayed — 
At last is consummate, 

And cannot be unmade. 

Live, then, whom Life shall cure. 

Almost, of Memory, 
And leave us to endure 

Its immortality. 

V. A. D. (Mediterranean) 

Ah, would swift ships had never been, for then we ne*er had 

These harsh ^gean rocks between, this little virgin drowned^ 
Whom neither spouse nor child shall mourn, but men she 

nursed through pain 
And — certain keels for whose return the heathen look in vain* 


October, 1918 

jdCROSS a world where all men griette 
And grieving strive the more^ 
The great days range like tides and leave 

Our dead on every shore. 
Heavy the load we undergo^ 

And our own hands prepare^ 
If we have parley with thejoe^ 
The load our sons must bear. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 447 

Before we loose the word 

That bids new worlds to birth. 
Needs must we loosen first the sword 

Of Justice upon earth; 
Or else all else is vain 

Since life on earth began. 
And the spent world sinks back again 

Hopeless of God and Man. 

A People and their King 

Through ancient sin grown strong, 
Because they feared no reckoning 

Would set no bound to wrong; 
But now their hour is past, 

And we who bore it find 
Evil Incarnate held at last 

To answer to mankind. 

For agony and spoil 

Of nations beat to dust. 
For poisoned air and tortured soil 

And cold, commanded lust. 
And every secret woe 

The shuddering waters saw — 
Willed and fulfilled by high and low — 

Let them relearn the Law. 

That when the dooms are read. 

Not high nor low shall say: — 
**My haughty or my humble head 

Has saved me in this day." 
That, till the end of time. 

Their remnant shall recall 
Their fathers' old, confederate crime 

Availed them not at all. 


That nddier sckioh nor prietl% 

Nor Kii^giflMj binld iwin 


A peopl e with the hcvt of bentB 

Whcrebf onr dead ib^akep 

In honour, mihetniyed. 
And wc in finth and honoor keep 

That peace far vUch thef paid. 


I 91 8 


CEVEN Watchmen atdng in a tower, 

^ Watching what had oome upon mankind. 

Showed the Man the dory and the Power, _^nd. 

And bade him shape the Kii^om to his m 
**A11 things on Earth your will shall win yoa.' 

(Twas so thdr council ran) »» 

^'But the Kingdom — the Kii^om is witlun 

Said the Man's own mind to the Man. 
For time — and some dme — 
As it was in the bitter jrears before 

So It shall be in the over-sweetened hoar — 
That a man's mind is wont to tell him more 

Than Seven Watchmen ntting in a tower. 

{Prelude to Barrack Room BaBads) 

T HAVE made for you a song^ 
And it may be right or wrongs 

But only you can tell me if it's true; 
I have tried for to explain 
Both your pleasure and your pain^ 

And, Thomas y here's my test respects to you I 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 188&-1918 449 

therein surely come a day 

When they II give you all your pay ^ 
And treat you as a Christian ought to do; 

Soy until that day comes rounds 

Heaven keep you safe and sounds 
Andy Thomas y here*s my best respects to you I 

{Field Marshal Lord Roberts of Kandahar) 

TPHERE'S a little red-faced man, 
* Which is Bobs, 

Rides the tallest 'orse 'e can — 

Our Bobs. 
If it bucks or kicks or rears, 
'E can sit for twenty years 
With a smile round both 'is ears — 

Can't yer, Bobs? 

Then 'ere*s to Bobs Bahadur — little Bobs, Bobs, Bobs! 
'E's our pukka Kandahader — 

Fightin' Bobs, Bobs, Bobs! 
'E's the Dook of Aggy Chel^; 
'E's the man that done us well. 
An* we'll follow 'im to 'ell — 

Won't we, Bobs? 

If a limber's slipped a trace, 

'Ook on Bobs. 
If a marker's lost 'is place. 

Dress by Bobs. 

*Get ahead. 


For *e's eyes all up *is coat. 
An' a bugle in 'is throat. 
An' you will not play the goat 
Under Bobs. 

'E's a little down on drink 
Chaplain Bobs; 
But it keeps us outer Clink — 

Don't it, Bobs? 
So we will not complain 
Tho' 'e's water on the brain^ 
If 'e leads us straight again — 
Blue-Ught Bobs. 

If you stood 'im on 'is head. 

Father Bobs, 
You could spill a quart of lead 

Outer Bobs. 
'E's been at it thirty years, 
An-amassin' souveneers 
In the way o' slugs an' spears — 

Ain't yer Bobs? 

What 'c does not know o' war, 

Gen'ral Bobs, 
You can arst the shop next door — 

Can't they, Bobs? 
Oh, 'e's little but he's wise; 
'E's terror for 'is size. 
An' — '^ — does — not — advertize — 

Do yer, Bobs? 

Now they've made a bloomin' Lord 

Outer Bobs, 
Which was but 'is fair reward — 

Weren't it, Bobs? 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 188&-1918 451 

So *c'll wear a coronet 
Where 'is 'elmet used to set; 
But we know you won't forg 
WiU ycr, Bobs? 

Then *ere*s to Bobs Bahadur — little Bobs, Bobs, Bobs, 
Pocket-Wellin'ton 'an arder^ — 

Fightin' Bobs, Bobs, Bobs! 
This ain't no bloomin' ode. 
But you've 'elped the soldier's load. 
An' for benefits bestowed, 

Bless yer, Bobs! 


J^HAT are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade. 
"To turn you out, to turn you out," the Colour-Sergeant 
What makes you look so white, so white?" said Files-on- 
I'm dreadin' what I've got to watch," the Colour-Sergeant 
For they're hangin' Danny Deever, you can hear the 

Dead March play. 
The regiment's in 'ollow square — they're hangin' him 

They've taken of his buttons ofF an' cut his stripes away. 
An' they're hangin' Danny Deever in the momin'. 

'And a half. 



"What makes the rear-rank breathe so 'ard?" said Filcs-^^^" 
It's bitter cold, it's bitter cold," the Colour-Sergeant sm- — ^** 
What makes that front-rank man fall down?" said WAe^-c:^^^ 

A touch o' sun, a touch o' sun," the Colour-Sergeant said. 
They are hangin' Danny Deever, they are marchin' ^' 

'im round, 
They 'ave 'alted Danny Deever by 'is coffin on rir"^^ 

An' 'e'U swing in 'arf a minute for a sneakin' shootirr^ 

hound — 
O they're hangin' Danny Deever in the momin'! 

Is cot was right-'and cot to mine," said Files-on-Parade. 
E's sleepin' out an* far to-night," the Colour-Sergeant said. 
"I've drunk 'is beer a score o' times," said Files-on-Parade- 
"'E's drinkin* bitter beer alone," the Colour-Sergeant said. 
They are hangin' Danny Deever, you must mark 'im to 

'is place. 
For 'e shot a comrade sleepin' — you must look 'im in the 

Nine 'undred of 'is county "an' the Regiment's disgrace. 
While they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'. 

"What's that so black agin the sun?" said Files-on-Parade. 
"It's Danny fightin' 'ard for life," the Colour-Sergeant said. 
" What's that that whimpers over'ead ? " said Files-on-Paradc. 
"It's Danny's soul that's passin' now," the Colour-Sergeant 
For they're done with Danny Deever, you can 'ear the 

quickstep play. 
The regiment's in column, an' they're marchin' us away; 
Ho! the young recruits are shakin', an' they'll want their 

beer to-day, 
After hangin* Danny Deever in the mornin'! 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 453 


I WENT into a public-*ouse to get a pint o* beer, 

The publican *e up an* sez, "We serve no red-coats here." 
The girts be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die, 
I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I : 

O it's Tonuny this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, go 

But it's "Thank you. Mister Atkins," when the band 

begins to play — 
The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to 

O it's "Thank you. Mister Atkins," when the band 
begins to play. 

I went into a theatre as sober as could be, 
They gave a drunk civilian room, but 'adn't none for me; 
They sent me to the gallery or round the music-'alls. 
But when it comes to fighdn', Lord! they'll shove me in the 
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an* "Tommy, wait 
But it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's 

on the tide — 
The troopship's on the tide, my boys, the troopship's on 

the tide, 
O it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on 
the tide. 

Tea, makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep 
Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap; 
An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit 
Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit. 



Tlien it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an* "Tommj, 

'ow's yer soul?" 
But it's "_Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin 

to roll — 
The drums b^;in to roU, my boys, the drums be^ toraU, 
O it's " Thin red line of 'croes " when the drums faepn W 

We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we ares't Do 

But nngle men in barricks, most remarkable like yoa; 
An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints, 
Why, sir^t men in barricks don't grow into plaster saint*; 
While it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an* "Toofflj'i 

fall be'ind," 
But it's "Please to walk in front, sir," when there's 

trouble in the wind — 
There's trouble in the wind, my boys, there's trouble m 

the wind, 
Oit's "Please to walk in front, sir," when there's troubl' 
in the wind. 

You talk o' better food for us, an' schools, an' fires, an' lU- 
We'll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational. 
Don't mess about thecook-roomslops, butproveit toourfw 
The Widow's Uniform is not the soldier-man's disgrace. 
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck Irim 

out, the brute!" 
But it's "Saviour of 'is country" when the guns be^ to 

An' it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an* anydiii^ you 

An' Tommy ain't a blocuntn' fool — you bet th«t Tommy 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 455 


{Soudan Expeditionary Force) 

\X^E'VE fought with many men acrost the seas, 

An' some of 'em was brave an' some was not: 
TTie Pay than an' the Zulu an' Burmese; 

But the Fuzzy was the finest o' the lot. 
We never got a ha'porth's change of 'im: 

'E squatted in the scrub an' 'ocked our 'orses, 
*£ cut our sentries up at Syizkiniy 

An' *e played the cat an' banjo with our forces. 

So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the 

You're a pore benighted 'eathen but a first-class fightin' 

Wc gives you your certificate, an' if you want it signed 
We'll come an' 'avc a romp with you whenever you're 

^e took our chanst among the Kyber 'ills, 

The Boers knocked us silly at a mile. 
The Burman give us Irriwaddy chills. 

An' a Zulu impi dished us up in style: 
But all we ever got from such as they 

Was pop to what the Fuzzy made us swaller; 
We 'eld our bloomin' own, the papers say. 
But man for man the Fuzzy knocked us 'oiler. 

Then 'crc's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, an* the missis and the 

• kid; 
CXir orders was to break you, an' of course we went an' 


We sloshed yoo with Martmis^ an* it wmant *ar% fiur; 
But for all the odds ^in* joa^ Fvar-Waz, yoa brake 
the square. 

*E 'asn*t got Dopapetsof Isown, 

*E 'asa't got no medals nor ic w aidi^ 
So we must certify the skill Vs Aomn^ 

In usin* of *is long two-*anded swoids: 
When 'e*s *opfpin in an* out amoog the bodi 

\Mth 'is oc^n-'eaded shield an* showd spear. 
An 'appy day with Fuzzy oo the mah 
WiU last an 'ealthy Tommy for a 3rcar. 
So *ere's io you, Fuzzy-Wnzzy, an* your friends whidi tie 

no more. 
If we 'adn't lost some messmates we would *dp yon ^ 

But give an' take's the gospel, an we'll call die btlgaio 

For if you 'ave lost more than us, you crumpled up tk 

'E rushes at the smoke when we let drive. 

An*, before we know, 'e's 'ackin' at our 'ead; 
*E's all 'ot sand an* ginger when alive, 

An* *e*s generally shammin' when 'c's dead. 
'E's a daisy, 'e's a ducky, 'e*s a lamb! 

'E's a injia-nibber idiot on the spree, 
*£*s the on'y thing that doesn't give a damn 
For a Regiment o* British Infantree! 

So *ere*s /o vou, Fuzzv-Wuzzv, at vour 'ome in the 

You're a pore benighted 'eathen but a first-class fightin 

An* 'ere*s fo vou, Fuzzv-Wuzzv, with vour 'avrick *ead 

J." » • 

ot air — 
You big black boundin' beggar — for you broke a British 
square I 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 457 


COLDIER, soldier come from the wars, 

"Why don't you march with my true love?" 
'"We're fresh from off the ship an' 'e's, maybe, give the slip, 
"An' you'd best go look for a new love." 

New love! True love! 

Best go look for a new love, 

The dead they cannot rise, an' you'd better dry your 

An' you'd best go look for a new love. 

*' Soldier, soldier come from the wars, 

**What did you see o' my true love?" 

*'I seen 'im serve the Queen in a suit o' rifle-green, 

** An' you'd best go look for a new love." 

^'Soldier, soldier come from the wars, 

**Did ye sec no more o' my true love?" 

"^'I seen 'im runnin* by when the shots begun to fly — 

""'But you'd best go look for a new love." 

** Soldier, soldier come from the wars, 

**Did aught take 'arm to my true love?" 

"'I couldn't see the fight, for the smoke it lay so white — 

^*And you'd best go look for a new love." 



Soldier, soldier come from the wars, 
rU up an* tend to my true love!" 
E's lying on the dead with a bullet through 'is 'ead, 
"An* you'd best go look for a new love." 

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars, 

"I'U down an' die with my true love!" 

"The pit wc dug'U 'ide 'im an' the twenty more beside 'im — 

"An' you'd best go look for a new love.'* 


"Soldier^ soldier come from the wars, 

"Do ma bring no sign from my true love?" 

"I bni^ a lock of 'air that 'e alius used to weir, | 

"An" you'd best go look for a new lovp."., ,, ■„ ;■. y 

"Soldier, iDldier come from the wars, 

"O then I know it's true I've lost m.y true lovel" 

"An* I tcU you truth again — when you've lost the fcelo'pii 

"Yott'd best take me for your n^Io*^ ' 

True love! New lovel 

Beat take 'im for a new love, : f, :, , ' / 

The dead they cannot rise, an* yoa'd better dff jW 

An' you'd best take 'im for your new love. 


CMOKIN' my pipe on the mountings, sniffin' the monuo 
^ cool, 

I walks in my old brown gaiters along o' my old brown muld 
With seventy gunners be'ind me, an' never a beggar forgets j 
It's only the pick of the Army that handles the dear little pet* 
— 'Tss! Tss! 
For you all iove the screw-guns — the screw-^uns they »11 

love you! 
So when we call round with a few guns, o' course you will 
know what to do — hoo! hoo! 
Jest send in your Chief an' surrender — it's worse if yoo 
fights or you runs: 
You can go where you please, you can skid up the trees, 
but you don't get away from the guns! 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 459 

y sends us along where the roads are, but mostly we goes 

where they ain't, 
d climb up the side of a sign-board an' trust to the stick 

o' the paint: 
ve chivied the Naga an' Looshai, we've give the Afreedee- 

man fits, 
we fancies ourselves at two thousand, we guns that are 

built in two bits — 'Tss! 'Tss! 
For you all love the screw-cuns . • • 

man doesn't wonc, why, we drills 'im an' teaches 'im 'ow 

to behave; 
bca;ar can't march, why, we kills 'im an' rattles 'im into 

'is grave. 
Ve got to stand up to our business an' spring without 

snatchin' or fuss, 
'ou say that you sweat with the field-guns? By God, you 

must lather with us — 'Tss! Tss! 
For you all love the screw-guns . . . 

eagles is screamin' around us, the river's a-moanin' be- 

t clear o' the pine an' the oak-scrub, we're out on the 

rocks an' the snow, 
the wind is as thin as a whip-lash what carries away to 

the plains 
rattle an' stamp o' the lead-mules — the jinglety-jink o' 

the chains — 'Tss ! 'Tss ! 
For you all love the screw-guns • • • 

e's a wheel on the Horns o' the Mornin', an' a wheel on 

the edge o' the Pit, 
I drop into nothin' beneath you as straight as a beggar 

can spit: 



With the sweat ninnin* out o* four ahiit-aleeves, an' dieiBi 

off the snow in your face. 
An' Wf o' the nien on the dng-iopes to hold the old gon la'cflE 

place— Tw! Tw! 
For you all love die screw-guns • • • 

Smoldn' my pipe on the mountings, sniflbi* die momin*- 

I climbs in my old brown gaiters along o* my old brown m ol ^^ 

The monkey can say wluit our road w as the wild-goat ^^^^ 

knows where we passed. 
Stand easy, you long-eared old darlings 1 Out 
WidishrapndT Hold fast— Tss! Tss! 
For you all love the screw-guns— the screw-gons lhtJ9 

all love you! 
So when we take tea with a few guns, o* course yon wiKJ 

know what to do — ^hoo! hoo! 
Jest send in your Chief an' surrender — it's worse if 

you fights or you runs: 
You may hide in the caves, they'll be only your graves^ 
but you can't get away from the guns! 


I'VE a head like a concertina, I've a tongue like a buttwi- 

I've a mouth like an old potato, and I'm more than a little 

But I've had my fun o' the Corp'ral's Guard; I've made ^^ 

cinders fly, . - «ft 

And I'm here in the Clink for a thundering drink and blact^^^^ 
the Corporal's eye. 

With a second-hand overcoat under my head. 
And a beautiful view of the yard, 
O it's pack-drill for me and a fortnight's C. B. 
For "drunk and resisting the Guard!" 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 461 

Mad drunk and resisting the Guard — 
'Strewth, but I socked it them hard! 
So it's pack-drill for me and a fortnight's C. B. 
For "drunk and resisting the Guard." 

started o' canteen porter, I finished o' canteen beer, 

ut a dose o' gin that a mate slipped in, it was that that 

brought me here, 
was that and an extry double Guard that rubbed my nose 

in the dirt — 
at I fell away with the Corp'ral's stock and the best of the 

CorpVal's shirt. 

left my cap in a public-house, my boots in the public road, 
•nd Lord knows where — and I don't care — ^my belt and my 

tunic goed. 
hey'll stop my pay, they'll cut away the stripes I used to 

'Ut I left my mark on the Corp'ral's face, and I think he'll 

keep it there! 

Y wife she cries on the barrack-gate, my kid in the barrack- 

*in't that I mind the Ord'ly room — it's that that cuts so 

^^ke my oath before them both that I will sure abstain, 
soon as I'm in with a mate and gin, I know I'll do it 

With.a second-hand overcoat under my head. 
And a beautiful view of the yard, 
es, it's pack-drill for me and a fortnight's C. B. 
For "drunk and resisting the Guard!" 
Mad drunk and resisting the Guard — 
'Strewth, but I socked it them hard! 
it's pack-drill for me and a fortnight's C. B. 
For "drunk and resisting the Guard." 



VOU Bay talk o' gio and fieer 

Wacii yoa re <juxrterca izie oat ere, 
Ab* tou'r sect to pcniiT-figlits mn' Aldeishot it; 
Bm when tt cmxs to r 

Toa win do yixir work n gr, 

Ab* yoi^ Edc dte bi ocs of 'im that's got i 

Nonr ta lajia's soan^ 
Wlmc I lued toipe c 

A^crrin' of *Er Majesty to. {occn, 
QfaU thdn bUckhccdcnw 
The finest man ] knew 
Was our regi"!^'!^' bh;«^^ Gunga Din. 

Ife was "Kn! Dm! Kb! 
"Ton Bmpin* lamp o' bridc-dast, Gangs Unl 

"Hal Slippy Utiermo ! 

"Water, get it! Pmtutlm^ 
"Ton squidgy-noacd <dd idol, Gut^ Din." 

The uniform 'c wore 

Was nothin* much hefore. 

An' father less than 'arf o' that be^nd, 

F<w a piece o' twisty rag 

An' a goatskin water-bag 

Was all the field-equipment 'e could find. 

When the sweacin' troc^train lay 

In a »<Un' through the day. 

Where the 'eat would make your bloonun* eyebrows ^ 

We shouted "Harry By!"* 

Till our throats w er e biicky-dry, 

Then we wopped "im 'cause 'e couldn't save us alL 

'Bring water swifdr- *0 twuUfcl. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 463 

It was "Din! Din! Din! 
"You 'cathcn, where the mischief 'ave you been? 

"You put somtjuUee^m it 
"Or I'll marrovi^ you this minute 
"If you don't fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!" 

*E would dot an' carry one 

Till the longest day was done; 

An' *e didn't seem to know the use o' fear. 

If we charged or broke or cut. 

You could bet your bloomin' nut, 

'E'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear. 

With 'is mussick' on 'is back, 

'E would skip with our attack. 

An' watch us till the bugles made "Retire" 

An' for all 'is dirty 'ide 

'E was white, clear white, inside 

When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire! 
It was "Din! Din! Din!" 
With the bullets kickin' dust-spots on the green 
When the cartridges ran out. 
You could hear the front-ranks shout, 
"Hi! ammunition-mules an' Gunga Din!" 

I sha'n't forgit the night 

When I dropped be'ind the fight 

With a bullet where my belt-plate should 'a' been. 

I was chokin' mad with thirst, 

An' the man that spied me first 

Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din. 

'E lifted up my 'ead, 

An' he plugged me where I bled, 

■Be quick. 'Hit you. *Waiter-«kiiu 


Aa* 'e guv me 'arf-a--innt o' water green. 
It WM crawlin' ind it ttunk. 
But of all die drinks I've drunk, 
I'm gratefulleat to one from Gunga IXn. 
" 'Ere's a bqgar vith a bullet throogh la 
"'E's chawin' up the ground, 
"An' 'e's kickin all around: 
"For Gawd's sake git the water, Gunga Dinl" 

*E carried me away 

To where a dooli lay, 

An' a bullet come an' drilled the beggar dean. 

'£ put me Mfe innde, 

An just before *e died, 

"I 'ope you liked your drink," sez Gunga Um. 

So I'll meet 'im later on 

At the place where 'c is gone — 

Where it's always double drill and no canteen. 

'E'U be squattin' on the coals 

Givin' drink to poor damned souls. 

An' I'll get a swig in hell from Gunga Din! 
Yes, Din! Din! Din! 
You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din! 

Though I've belted you and flayed you. 
By the livin' Gawd that made you, 
You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din! 


(Jforthem India Transport Train) 

'\\7'0T makes the soldier's 'eart to penk, wot makes 

It isn't standin' up to charge nor lyin' down to fire; 
But it's everlastin' waitin' on a cverlastin' road 
For the commissariat camel an' 'is commissariat load. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 465 

O the oont,* O the oont, O the commissariat oont! 
With 'is silly neck a-bobbin' like a basket full o' 
We packs 'im like an idol, an* you ought to 'ear 'im grunt. 
An' when we get 'im loaded up 'is blessed girth-rope 

t makes the rear-guard swear so 'ard when night is drorin' 

every native follower is shiverin* for 'is skin? 
in't the chanst o' being rushed by Paythans from the 'ills, 
the commissariat camel puttin' on 'is bloomin' frills! 
the oont, O the oont, O the hairy scary oont! 
A-trippin' over tent-ropes when we've got the night 
We socks 'im with a stretcher-pole an' 'eads 'im off in 
An' when we've saved 'is bloomin' life 'e chaws our 
bloomin' arm. 

'orse 'e knows above a bit, the bullock's but a fool, 
elephant's a gentleman, the battery-mule's a mule; 
the commissariat cam-u-el, when all is said an' done, 
a devil an' a ostrich an' a orphan-child in one. 
O the oont, O the oont, O the Gawd-forsaken oont! 

The lumpy-'umpy 'ummin'-bird a-singin' where 'e lies, 
'E's blocked the whole division from the rear-guard to 

the front. 
An' when we get him up again — the beggar goes an' 


gall an' chafe an' lame an' fight — 'e smells most awful vile. 

lose 'isself for ever if you let 'im stray a mile. 

game to graze the 'ole day long an' 'owl the 'ole night 


when 'e comes to greasy ground 'e splits 'isself in two. 

s/: — 00 is pronounced like u in "bull/' but by Mr. Atkins to rhyme 

with "front." 


O the oonty O the oont, O the floppin*, dropjun* oont! 
When 'is long legs give from under an' *is meltin' eye 
is dim. 
The tribes is up behind us, and the tribes is out in front- 
It ain't no jam for Tommy, but it's kites an' crows for 

So when the cruel march is done, an' when the roads is blind, 
An' when we sees the camp in front an' 'ears the shots bc'ind, 
Ho! then we strips 'is saddle off, and all 'is woes is past: 
'£ thinks on us that used 'im so, and gets revenge at last 
O the oont, O the oont, O the floatin', bloarin' oont! 
The late lamented camel in the water-cut 'e lies; 
We keeps a mile be'ind 'im an' we keeps a mile in frt)Dt, 
But 'e gets into the drinkin'-casks, and then o' course 
we dies. 


TF YOU'VE ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's 
If youVe ever snigged the washin* from the line, 
If you've ever crammed a gander in your bloomin* 'aversack, 

You will understand this little song o* mine. 
But the service rules are *ard, an' from such we are debarred. 
For the same with English morals does not suit. 
{Comet \ Toot! toot!) 
Why, they call a man a robber if *e stuffs *is marchin' clobber^ 

With the — 
{Chorus) Loo! loo! Lulu! lulu! Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! 
loot! loot! 

Ow the loot! 
Bloomin* loot! 

* Clothes. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION. 1885-1918 467 

That's the thing to make the boys git up an shoot! 
It's the same with dogs an' men, 
If you'd make 'em come again 
Clap 'em forward with a Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! 
iff) Whoopee! Tear 'im, puppy! Loo! loo! Lulu! 
Loot! k)ot! loot! 

If you've knocked a nigger edgeways when *e 's thrustin' for 
your life. 
You must leave 'im very careful where 'e fell; 
An' may thank your stars an' gaiters if you didn't feel 'is 
That you ain't told off to bury 'im as well. 
Then the tweadn' Tommies wonder as they spade the beggars 
Why kx>tin' should be entered as a crime. 
So, if my song you'U 'ear, I will learn you plain an clear 
"Ow to pay yourself for fightin' overtime. 
(chorus) With the loot, • • . 

Now remember when you're 'acking round a gilded Burma 
That 'is eyes is very often precious stones; 
An' if you treat a nigger to a dose o' cleanin'-rod 

'E's like to show you everything 'e owns. 
When 'e won't prodooce no more, pour some water on the 
Where you 'ear it answer 'ollow to the boot 
{Comet: Toot! toot!)— 
When the ground begins to sink, shove your baynick down 
the chink. 
An' you're sure to touch the — 
{Chorus) Loo ! loo ! Lulu ! Loot ! loot ! loot ! 
Ow the loot! .... 

/ aEli :!>fTcr keep nv pKloB's, bot Fw leuned 701 i^l 

Be: 3cc': toc a t yg sax I told Toa 90. 
A=' 9CW I'B fcoi ^ooi-brc, fer Fm gettin' rather dry, 
As' I SM xaocker nuon' np m toot 
^CiFKtf:- Tooc! na«>— 
So "ok* pxxria^ to duoc tlux wears the Wkkvw's do'^ 
An' dK HctH flcnd 'est all tlicT want o* kx>t! 
(.dvaii Yes, the loot, 
Bkxxma' boc! 
la the tank sb' the oKst-on aa' the boot! 

lis the sa^Tte with dogs in" men, ' 

1/ rai'j f^jfc'* 'esa ccxne ■*|r''— 
i/l^) \Vhocf> 'em farwatd with a Lm>! loo! Lnbi! Loot'- 
loot' loot! 
Heeya! :^ck Im. puppy! Loo! loo! Lnhil Lootl 
loot! loot: 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 469 


THIS 'appened in a battle to a batt'ry of the corps 

Which 18 first among the women an' amazin' first in war; 
An' what the bloomin' battle was I don't remember now, 
But Two's ofF4ead^ *e answered to the name o' Snarleyow. 

Down in the Infantry, nobody cares; 

Down in the Cavalry, Colonel 'e swears; 

But down in the lead with the wheel at the flog 

Turns the bold Bombardier to a little whipped dog! 

Tliey was movin' into action, they was needed very sore. 

To learn a little schoolin' to a native army-corps, 

They 'ad nipped against an uphill, they was tuckin' down the 

When a tricky trundlin' roundshot give the knock to Snarle^ 


They cut *im loose an' left 'im — 'e was almost tore in two — 
Bat he tried to follow after as a well- trained 'orse should do; 
E went an' fouled the limber, an' the Driver's Brother 

"Pull up, pull up for Snarleyow — 'is head's between 'is 'eels ! " 

The Driver 'umped 'is shoulder, for the wheels was goin' 

An' there ain't no "Stop, conductor!" when a batt'ry's 

changin' ground; 
Sez 'e: ''I broke the beggar in, an' very sad I feels, 
**Bat I could n't pull up, not for you — your 'ead between 

your 'eels! 


*Tke leading right-hand horse of No. i gun. 



*E *ad n*t 'airdlT spoke the word, before a droppin* shdl 
A little right the batt'iy an* between the sections fell; 
An* when the smoke *ad cleared away, before die Gmbe^ 

wheels |] 

There lay the Driver's Brother with 'is 'cad between Is'edi 

Then sez the Driver's Brother, an' 'is words was very pbiii 
"" For Gawd's own sake get over me, an* put me out o* piin." 
They saw 'is wounds was nxxtial, an' they judged that itwtf 

So they took an' drove the limber straight across 'is badm' 


The Driver 'e give nothin' 'cept a little coughin' grunt. 
But 'e swun? 'is 'orses 'andsome when it came to "AcW 

An' if one wheel was juicy, you may lay your Monday head 
T was juicier for the niggers when the case begun to spreti 


The moril of this stor\', it is plainly to be seen: 
You *av n't got no families when servin* of the Queen — 
You 'av n't got no brothers, fathers, sisters, wives, or sons— 
If you want to win your battles take an' work your bloomifl' 

Down in the Infantry, nobody cares; 

Down in the Cavalr\', Colonel 'e swears; 

But down in the lead with the wheel at the flog 

Turns the bold Bombardier to a litde whipped dogi 


' AVE you 'card o* the Widow at Windsor 
^ With a hairy gold crown on 'er 'ead? 

She 'as ships on the foam — she 'as millions at 'ome, 
An* she pays us poor beggars in red. 
lOw, poor beggars in red!) 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 471 

I 'er nick on the cavalry 'orses, 
«*s 'cr mark on the medical stores — 
troopers you'll find with a fair wind be'ind 
: takes us to various wars, 
oor beggars! — barbarious wars!) 

Then 'ere 's to the Widow at Wndsor, 
An' 'ere 's to the stores an' the guns, 

The men an' the 'orses what makes up the forces 
O' Missis Victorier's sons. 

(Poor beggars! Victorier's sons!) 

nde o' the Widow at Windsor, 

alf o' Creation she owns: 

e bought 'er the same with the sword an' the flame, 

pre've salted it down with our bones. 

oor beggars! — it 's blue with our bones!) 

oflF o' the sons o' the widow, 

is off o' the goods in 'er shop, 

t Kings must come down an' the Emperors frown 

a the ^^^dow at Wndsor says "Stop!" 

oor beggars! — we're sent to say "Stop!") 

Then 'ere 's to the Lodge o' the Widow, 
From the Pole to the Tropics it runs— • 

To the Lodge that we tile with the rank an' the file, 
An' open in form with the guns. 

(Poor beggars! — it's always they guns!) 

e 'card o' the Widow at Windsor, 

afest to leave 'er alone: 

sentries we stand by the sea an' the land 

-ever the bugles are blown. 

3or beggars! — an' don't we get blown!) 

>ld o' the Wings o* the Mornin', 

lop round the earth till you're dead; 

a won't get away from the tune that they play 

le bloomin' old rag over'ead. 

X)r beggars! — it 's *ot over'ead!) 

Then 'crc 's to the sons o' the Widow, 
Wherever, 'owever they roam. 

'Ere "s all they desire, an' if they requiK 
A speedy return to their 'ome. 

(Poor bc^ars! — they'll never see 'omeO 

'T^HER£ was a row in Silver Street that's near to Dubfo 

Between an Irish regiment an' English cavalree; 
It started at Revelly an' it lasted on till dark: 
The first man dropped at Harrison's, the last foritinst ^ 


For it was: — "Belts, belts, belts, an' that's one b 

O buckle an' tongue 

Was the song that we sung 

From Harrison's down to the Park ! 

There was a row in Silver Street — the regiments was out, 
They called us "Delhi Rebels," an' we answered '"ITw** 

That drew them like a hornet's nest — we met them goodu 

The English at the double an' the Irish at the charge. 
Then it was: — "Belts, &c." 

There was a row in Silver Street — an' I was in it too; 
We passed the time o' day, an' then the belts went whinu"- 
I misremember what occurred, but, subscquint the stoia^ 
A Freeman's Journal Supplemint was all my uniform. 
O it was: — "Belts, &c" 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 473 

ere was a row in Silver Street — they sent the Polis there, 
; English were too drunk to know, the Irish did n't care; 
: when they grew impertinint we simultaneous rose, 
half o' them was LifFey mud an' half was tatthered clo'es. 
For it was:— "Belts, &c." 

re was a row in Silver Street — it might ha' raged till now, 
some one drew his side-arm clear, an' nobody knew how; 
was Hogan took the point an' dropped; we saw the red 

blood run: 
so we all was murderers that started out in fun. 
While it was: "Belts, &c." 

re was a row in Silver Street — but that put down the 

. each man whisperin' to his next: — *"T was never work 

o' mine!" 
went away like beaten dogs, an* down the street we bore 

poor dumb corpse that couldn't tell the bhoys were sorry 

for him. 
When it was:— "Belts, &c." 

re was a row in Silver Street — it isn't over yet, 
half of us are under guard wid punishments to get; 
s all a merricle to me as in the Clink I lie: 
:rewas a row in Silver Street — begod, I wonder why! 

But it was: — "Belts, belts, belts, an* that's one for 

An' it was "Belts, belts, belts, an* that's done for 

O buckle an' tongue 

Was the song that we sung 

From Harrison's down to the Park! 



TI^HEN the 'uf-nade feetm^goci OBt to tbeEut 

*E acts like a babe an* *e dn^ Gke a fceaa^ 
An' 'e wonden becaoae 'e it freqnetit lii f « »mt\ 
Ere 'e 'a fit &«* to aerve aa a aoldier. 
Serve, aerve> aerve as a aoldier. 
Serve, aerve, aerve aa a anldier. 
Serve, aerve, aerve aa a aoldier, 
So-oldier Q^tbe Qneenl 

Now all you recmitiea what's drafted to-daf, 
Tou shut up your rag-boz an' 'ark ta my lay. 
An' I'll ung you a soldier aa far as I may: 

A soldier what's fit for a soldier. 
Fit, fit, fit for a soldier . . . 

First mind you steer dear o' die grog-aeUers' hots, 
For they sell you Fixed Bay'nets that rota out your goO" 
Ay, drink that 'ud cat the live steel from your butts— 
An' it's bad for the young British soldier. 
Bad, bad, bad for the soldier . . . 

When the cholera comes — as it will past a doubt^ 
Keep out of the wet and don't go on the shout. 
For the sickness gets in as the liquor dies out. 
An' it crumples the young British soldier. 

Crum-, crum-, crumples the soldier . , , 

But the worst o' your foes is the sun over'ead: 
You must wear your 'elmet for all that is said: 
If 'e finds you uncovered 'e'll knock you down dead. 
An' you'll die like a fool of a aoldier. 
Fool, fool, fool of a aoldier . . . 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 475 

're cast for fatigue by a sergeant unkind, 
grouse like a woman nor crack on nor blind; 
idy and civil, and then you will find 
hat it's beer for the young British soldier. 
Beer, beer, beer for the soldier . . . 

if you must marry, take care she is old — 
•p-sergeant's widow's the nicest, I'm told, 
auty won't help if your rations is cold, 
or love ain't enough for a soldier. 

'Nough, 'nough, 'nough for a soldier . . . 

ivife should go wrong with a comrade, be loth 
K)t when you catch 'em — you'll swing, on my oath! — 
'im take 'er and keep 'er: that's Hell for them both, 
n' you're shut o' the curse of a soldier. 
Curse, curse, curse of a soldier . . . 

first under fire an' you're wishful to duck 
look nor take 'eed at the man that is struck, 
jikful you're livin', and trust to your luck 
nd march to your front like a soldier. 
Front, front, front like a soldier • . • 

'arf of your bullets fly wide in the ditch, 
call your Martini a cross-eyed old bitch; 
luman as you are — you treat her as sich, 
1* she'll fight for the young British soldier. 
Fight, fight, fight for the soldier . . . 

shakin' their bustles like ladies so fine, 
ms o* the enemy wheel into line, 
low at the limbers an' don't mind the shine, 
)r noise never startles the soldier. 

Start-, start-, startles the soldier . . . 


If TODrvOcer'sdari .^ Ifae wgenMlodk «UBe, 
RwrihTf it's nia to im from ■ fishcs- 
So ukc open oracTf Be dim, ■■d nt Q^bt^ 
Aad vxh far wp poWB Ske a aokfier. 

Vxh^ wsit, wait Eke m mkSa- . . . 

When jreu^rv wounded and Idt on A^anistaii's pUiH^ 
And the wotnen axat out to cut op what rctnaiiu, 
Jot niffl ic your rifle and bknr out your bnim 
An' |D to foar Gawd tke m nUier. 
Go, go^ go Ife a solfiEr, 
Go^ gOf go Boe a nUcr, 
Go, go, go Eke a wUer, 


D Y THE old Moulmdn Pagoda, loohdn' eastward to tit I 
sea, . , . I 

For the wind is in die palm-trees, and the tcmpIe-bells iM 1 

"Come yoa back, von British soldier; come you back 1> 

Ctnnc Tou back to Mandalay, 

\nere'tfae old FVmlU lay: 

Can't you 'ear dieir paddles chunkin' from Rangt''^ 

to Mandalay? 
On the road to Mandalay, 

\Mierc the fl\-in'-&shes play, 

An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer Ck^ 
'crost the Bay! 

*Er petticoat was >-aller an* 'er little cap was grera. 
An' 'er name was Supi-yawjat — jes' me same u Tbeefc^^ 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 477 

An' I seed her first a^mokin' of a whackin' white cheroot. 
An' a-wasdn' Christian kisses on an 'eathen idol's foot: 
Bloomin' idol made o' mud — 
Wot they called the Great Gawd Budd — 
Plucky lot she cared for idols when I kissed 'er where 

she stud I 
On the road to Mandalay . • . 

When the mist was on the rice-fields an' the sun was droppin' 

She'd git 'er little banjo an' she'd sing ''KullaJo-lo!'' 
VVith 'er arm upon my shoulder an' 'er cheek agin my cheek 
iVe useter watcn the steamers an' the hathis pilin' teak. 

Elephints a-pilin' teak 

In the sludgy, squdgy creek. 

Where the silence 'ung that 'eavy you was 'arf afraid 
to speak! 

On the road to Mandalay . . . 

fet that's all shove be'ind me — long ago an' fiir away, 

^' there ain't no 'busses runnin' from the Bank to Man- 

^' I'm leamin' 'ere in London what the ten-year soldier tells: 
If you've 'card the East a-callin', you won't never 'eed 
naught else." 
No! you won't 'eed nothin' else 
But them spicy garlic smells, 
An' the sunshine an' the palm-trees an' the tinkly 

On the road to Mandalay . . . 

^ sick o' wastin' leather on these gritty pavin'-stones, 
I* the blasted Henglish drizzle wakes the fever in my bones; 
W I walks with fifty 'ousemaids outer Chelsea to the 

fc' they talks a lot o' lovin', but wot do they understand? 


Beefy face an* grubby 'and — 

Law! wot do they understand? 

I've a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, gna*| 

On the road to Mandalay • • . 

Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is Eke tk 

Where there are n*t no Ten G>mmandments an* a man m 

nuse a thirst; 
For the temple-bells are callin*, an* it's there that I would be- 
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, looking lazy at the sea; 
On the road to Mandalay, 
Where the old Flotilla lay. 
With our sick beneath the awnings when we went tt 

O the road to Mandalay, 
Where the flyin'-fishes play, 
An* the dawn comes up like thunder outer Chim 
'crost the Bay! 


(O/J English Army in the Easi) 

•T^RQOPIN', troopin*, troopin' to the sea: 

'Ere's September come again — the six-year men are t^* 
O leave the dead be'ind us, for they cannot come ^^^^x.^ 
To where the ship's a-coalin' up that takes us *omc t^^^ 
We're goin' *ome, we're goin* 'ome, 

Our ship is al the shore. 
An' you must pack your 'aversack. 
For we won't come back no more. 
Ho, don't you grieve for me, 
My lovely Mary-Ann, 
For ril marry you yit on a fourp'ny bit 
As a time-expired man. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 479 

t Malabar's in 'arbour with the Jumner at 'er tail, 
^ the time-expired's waitin' of 'is orders for to sail. 
! the weary waitin' when on Khyber 'ills we lay, 
t the time-cxpired's waitin' of 'is orders 'ome to-day. 

ey'll turn us out at Portsmouth wharf in cold an' wet an^ 


wearin' Injian cotton kit, but we will not complain, 
ey'll kill us of pneumonia — for that's their little way — 
t damn the chills and fever, men, we're goin' 'ome to-day! 

Dopin', troopin', winter's round again! 

I the new drafs pourin' in for the old campaign; 

>, you poor recruities, but you've got to earn your pay — 

iat's the last from Lunnon, lads ? We're goin' there to-day. 

oopin*, troopin*, give another cheer — 
re's to English women an' a quart of English beer, 
ic Colonel an' the Regiment an' all who 've got to stay, 
iwd's Mercy strike 'em gentle — Whoop! we're goin' 'ome 
We're goin' 'ome, we're goin' 'ome. 

Our ship is at the shore. 
An' you must pack your 'aversack, 

For we won't come back no more. 
Ho, don't you grieve for me. 

My lovely Mary-Ann, 
For I'll marry you yit on a fourp'ny bit 
As a time-expired man. 


"\)^HERE have you been this while away, 

Johnnie, Johnnie?" 

d)ut with the rest on a picnic lay. 

Johnnie, my Johnnie, aha! 


1ac]r fBrd osont of ikc nnscK-yaia 
To Gbwq knows incre nvm CSonport omq^ 
And jvB cm t iuuk vhm yon fftt tnecndg 

And inc Widov f^wtM inc pvty* 

** Wktt cfid fan get to cnt and drink 

loluuney Johnnie?'* 

Joluune, mj Joluuut» aha! 
A bit o betf tiuit were tnice jcar nnred^ 
A bit o luiiiion aa hwmi aa a IwMfd^ 
And a kml nc killed with a aefgean^a snofd. 

When the Widow give the psrtj • 

*' What did jroa do fior knives and folks, 

Johnnie, Johnnie?** 
We carries *em with us wherever we walks, 

Johnnie, my Johnnie, aha! 
And some was sliced and some was halved. 
And some was crimped and some was carved, 
And some was gutted and some was starved, 

Wlien the W*idow give the party. 

**\Vhat ha* you done with half your mess, 

Johnnie, Johnnie?** 
They could n*t do more and they would n't do ks^^ 

Johnnie, my Johnnie, aha! 
They ate their whack and they drank their fill, 
And I think the rations has made them ill. 
For half my comp'ny*s lying still 

\\Ticrc the Widow give the party* 

"How did you get away — away, 

Johnnie, Johnnie?" 
On the broad o* my back at the end o' the day, 

Johnnie, my Johnnie, aha! 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 481 

I corned away like a bleedin' tofF, 
For I got four niggers to carry me off, 
As I lay in the bight of a canvas trough. 

When the Widow give the party. 

"What was the end of all the show, 

Johnnie, Johnnie?" 
Ask my Colonel, for I don't know, 

Johnnie, my Johnnie, aha! 
We broke a King and we built a road — 
A court-house stands where the reg'ment goed. 
And the river's clean where the raw blood flowed 

When the Widow give the party. 
{Bugle: Ta — rara — ra-ra-rara!) 


ITABUL town's by Kabul river — 

Blow the bugle, draw the sword — 
There I leP my mate for ever. 
Wet an' drippin' by the ford. 
Ford, ford, ford o* Kabul river, 

Ford o' Kabul river in the dark! 
There's the river up and brimmin', an' there's 'arf 
a squadron swimmin' 
'Cross the ford o' Kabul river in the dark. 

iCabui town's a blasted place — 

Blow the bugle, draw the sword — 
Strcwth I sha'n't forget 'is face 
Wet an' drippin' by the ford ! 
Ford, ford, ford o' Kabul river, 

Ford o' Kabul river in the dark! 
Keep the crossing-stakes beside you, an* they will 
surely guide you 
'Cross the ford o' Kabul river in the dark. 


Kabul town is sun and dust — 

Blow the bugle, draw the sword — 
I'd ha' sooner drownded fust 
'Stead of 'im beside the ford. 
Ford, ford, ford o' Kabul river, 

Ford o' Kabul river in the darki 
You can 'ear the 'orses threshio', yoo ciil '« 4 
men a-splashin', 
'Cross the ford o' Kabul river in tlie duL 

Kabul town was ours to takt 
Blow the bugle, draw the 
I'd ha' left it for 'is sake — 
'Im that left me by the ford. 
Ford, ford, ford o' Kabul river. 

Ford o' Kabul river in the dark 
It's none so bloomin' dry there; ain't you nCTtt 
com in' nigh there, 
'Cross the ford o' Kabul river in the dark! 

Kabul town 'II go to hell — 

Blow the bugle, draw the sword — 
'Fore I see him 'live an' well — 
'Im the best beside the ford. 
Ford, ford, ford o' Kabul river. 

Ford o' Kabul river in the dark! ^ 

Gawd 'elp 'em if they blunder, for their booB "• P" 
*em under. 
By the ford o' Kabul river in the dark. 

Turn your 'orse from Kabul ttwn — 
Blow the bugle, draw the swonj — 

'Im an' 'arf my troop is down, 
Down and drownded by die ford. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 483 

Ford, ford, ford o* Kabul river, 

Ford o' Kabul river in the dark! 
There's the river low an' fallin', but it ain't no use 
o' callin' 

'Cross the ford o' Kabul river in the dark! 


\3 THE l^on of the lost ones, to the cohort of the 

t'o my brethren in their sorrow overseas, 
^gs a gentleman of England cleanly bred, machinely cram- 
^d a trooper of the Empress, if you please. 
s, a trooper of the forces who has run his own six horses, 
\nd faith he went the pace and went it blind, 
d the world was more than kin while he held the ready tin, 
3ut to-day the Sergeant's something less than kind. 

We're poor little lambs who've lost our way. 
Baa! Baa! Baa! 

We're little black sheep who've gone astray. 
Baa — aa — aa! 

Gentlemen-rankers out on the spree. 

Damned from here to Eternity, 

God ha' mercy on such as we. 
Baa! Yah! Bah! 

» it's sweet to sweat through stables, sweet to empty 

kitchen slops, 
Lnd it's sweet to hear the tales the troopers tell, 
dance with blowzy housemaids at the regimental hops 
kjid thrash the cad who says you waltz too well. 
I, it makes you cock-a-hoop to be "Rider" to your troop, 
Uid branded with a blasted worsted spur, 
en you envy,0 how keenly,one poor Tommy living cleanly 
Vho blacks your boots and sometimes calls you "Sir." 

If dw honte we never write to, and the oaths we never ktiftj 

And aD we know most distant and most dear. 
AcmaB tbe snoring barrack-room return to break 

Can joa blame us if we soak ourselves in beer? 
When dw dninkcn c<xnrade mutters and the great ; 
lantern gutters 

And dw horror of our fall is written plain, 
Evcfy secret, sclf-rcvealtng on the aching whitewadwdi 

Do yOD wonder that we drug ourselves from pain? 

We haivc dooc with Hope and Honour, we arc tost to Ifi't 
and Truth, 
We are dropping down the ladder rung by rung. 
And the measure of our torment is the measure of our yMii- 

God help us, for we knew the worst too young! 
Our shame is clean repentance for the crime that brought the 
(Xir pride it is to know no spur of pride, 
And the Curse of Reuben holds us till an alien turf enfoldsBI 
And we die, and none can tell Them where wc died. 
We're poor little lambs who've lost our way, 

Baa! Baa! Baa! 
We're little black sheep who've gone astray, 

Baa — aa — aa! 
Gentlemen-rankers out on the spree. 
Damned from here to Eternity, 
God ha' mercy on such as we. 
Baa! Yah! Bah! 


\X7'E'RE marchin'on relief over Injia's sunny plains, 

A little front o' Christmas-time an' just be*ind theRJi^ 
Ho! get away you buUock-man,you*ve'eard thebugkblo*^ 
There's a regiment a-comin' down the Grand Trunk Ro^ 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 485 

With its best foot first 

And the road it-sliding past, 

An' every blooming campin'-ground exactly like the 

White the Big Drum says. 
With 'is "rowdy-dowdy-^ow !" — 
"Kiio ki J jytearHi don't you hamsher orgy jaw f"^ 

there's them Injian temples to admire when you see. 
te's the peacock round the corner an' the monkey up the 

there's that rummy silver-grass a-wavJn' in the wind, 
the old Grand Trunk a^trailin* like a rifle-sling be'ind. 

While it's best foot first, . . . 

lalf-past five's Revelly, an' our tents they down must 

■■ a lot of button-mushrooms when you pick 'em up at 

it's over in a minute, an' at six the column starts, 
le the women and the kiddies sit an' shiver in the carts. 
An it's best foot first, . . . 

then it's open order, an' we lights our pipes an' sings, 
we talks about our rations an' a lot of other things, 
we thinks o' friends in England, an' we wonders what 

they're at, 
'ow they would admire for to hear us sling the batJ^ 

An* it's best foot first, . . . 

none so bad o' Sundays, when you're lyin' at your ease, 
watch the kites a-wheelin' round them feather-'eaded 

hy don't you get on? 'Luiguage. Thomas's first and firmest 

ction is that he is « profound Orientalist and a fluent speaker of 
uitani. At a matter of fact, he depends largely on the sign-language. 


It' ^ ^ _ 

Ho! get awmr too bullock-aaii, yoo'TC *c»d die hgk 

There*s a regiment ft-comiii* down the Grand Tnink Road; 

With Its best foot first 

And the n»d a-sBdmg past. 

An* cmenr bloomin' campin'-gToond cxacdy Eke tk 

Whik the B^ Drum says. 
With Ts "rowdr^Jomdr-domr* — 

ktsjjTTmrrti don*t jrou hmmsher mrgyjcm f " 


J^JY NAME is O'KcUy, Ttc heard the RcveUy 

From Birr to Bareilly, from Leeds to Lahore, 
Hong-Kong and Peshawur. 
Lucknow and Etawah, 
And fifty-five more all cndin* in "pore." 
Black Dieath and his quickness, die depth and the thicb^ 
Of sorrow and sickness IVe known on my way. 
But Fm old and Fm nervis. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 487 

Vm cast from the Service, 

And all I deserve is a shillin' a day. 

(Chorus) ShiUin'aday, 

Bloomin' good pay — 

Lucky to touch it, a shillin' a day! 

Oh, It drives me half crazy to think of the days I 

Went slap for the Ghazi, my sword at my side. 

When we rode Hell-for-leather 

Both squadrons together. 

That didn't care whether we lived or we died. 

But it's no use despairin', my wife must go charin' 

An' me commissairin', the pay-bills to better. 

So if me you be'old 

In the wet and the cold, 

By the Grand Metropold won't you give me a letter? 

(Fir// chorus) Give 'im a letter — 

'Can't do no better. 
Late Troop-Sergcant-Major an' — runs with 

a letter! 
Think what 'e's been. 
Think what 'e's seen. 

Think of his pension an' 

Gawd save the Queen! 


I'M 'ere in a dcky ulster an' a broken billycock 'at, 

A4ayin' on to the sergeant I don't know a gun from a bat; 
My shirt's doin' duty for jacket, my sock's stickin' out o' 

mv boots. 
An' I'm leamin' the damned old goose-step along o' the new 



Back to the Army again, sergeant, 

Back to the Army again. 
Don't look so 'ard, for I 'aven't no card, 

]"m back to the Army again! 

I dmw my six years' service. 'Er Majesty sez: "Gooddar" 
Tou'll please to come when you're rung for, an" 'ere'i yw 

ole back-pay; 
An' fair-pence a day for bac' — an' bloomin' gen'rous, tx\ 
An now you can make yo— fortune — the same is jnw 
orfcers do." 

Back to the Army again, sergeant. 

Back to the Army i^ain, 
*Ok did I learn to do right-about-turn? 

I'm back to the Army again! 

A man o' four-an '-twenty that 'asn't learned of a trade— 
Beade "Reserve" agin' him — 'e'd better be never made. 
I tried my luck for a quarter, an' that was enough ior iMi 
An' I thought of 'Er Majesty's barricks, an' I thoi^tl'd 

Back to the Army again, sergeant, 

Back to the Army again. 
T isn't my fault if I dress when I 'alt — 

I'm back to the Army again! 

The sergeant arst no questions, but 'e winked the other fj'' 
'E sez to me, "Shun!" an' I shunted, the same as in M^ 

gone by; _ , 

For 'e saw the set o' my shoulders, an' I couldn't *elp 'old** 

When me an' the other rookies come under the barrick-g» 

INCLUSIVE EDITION. 1885-1918 489 

Back to the Army again, sergeant 

Back to the Army again. 
*Oo would ha* thought I could carry an' port?^ 

Fm back to the Army again! 

I took my bath, an' I wallered — for, Gawd, I needed it so! 

I smelt the smell o' the barricks, I 'eard the bugles go. 

I *eard the feet on the gravel — the feet o' the men what 

An* I scz to my flutterin' 'eart-strings, I sez to *em, "Peace, 

be still!" 

Back to the Army again, sergeant. 

Back to the Araiy again. 
'Oo said I knew when the troopship was due? 

Fm back to the Army again! 

I carried my slops to the tailor; I sez to *im, "None o' your 

You tight 'em over the shoulders, an' loose 'em over the 'ip, 
Por the set o' the tunic's 'orrid.'* An' *c sez to me, "Strike 

me dead, 
^t I thought you was used to the business!" an' so 'e done 

what I said. 

Back to the Army again, sergeant, 

Back to the Araiy again. 
Rather too free with my fancies? Wot — me? 

Fm back to the Army again! 

Next week Fll 'ave 'em fitted; FU buy me a swagger-cane; 

ThcyTl let me free o' the barricks to walk on the Hoe again 
li^ the name o' William Parsons, that used to be Edward Clay, 
An* — any pore beggar that wants it can draw my fourpence 
a day! 

^ Cany and port his rifle. 



Buk to the Anaj agKO, Nigeaa^ 

Back to the Amy igain. 
C^t o' the coU an' the ruiif aetgeui^ 

Out o' the coU an' the run. 


A man that's too good to be lost yooj 

A man that U 'uidled an' made — 
A man that will pay iriiat 'e coit 70a 

In leanun* the odiera their trade — paradel 
You're dioppin' the pick o' the Axmf 

Becam e you don't *elp 'em remain. 
But drives em to cheat to get out o* the street 

An* back to the Ari^f againi 

(TVoops/or Foreign Service) 

V4ARCH! TV mud is cakin" good about our tit»»? 
Front! — eyes front, an' watch the Colour-casin') il"I 
Front! The faces of the women in the 'ouscs 
Ain't the kind o' things K> take aboard the ship. 

Chetr! .■/»' we' ff never march to victory. 

Cheer! Jn vk II never Hoe to 'ear the cannon roar! 

The Larie Birds a' Prey 

They Kill carry us away, 
.in' you'// never see your soldiers any more ! 

Wheel! Oh, keep your touch; we're goin' round a coT" 
Time! — mark time, an' let the men be'ind us dose. 

lA>rvl! The transport's foil, an' 'alf our lot not on *ci^ 
Cheer, O cheer! We're goii^ off where no one know 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 491 

ch! The Devil's none so black as 'e is painted! 
Iieer! We'll 'ave some fun before we're put away, 
an* 'and 'er out — a woman's gone and fainted! 
Iieer! Get on! — Gawd *elp the married men to-day! 

Come up, you 'ungry beggars, to yer sorrow. 
Ear them say they want their tea, an' want it quick!) 
won't have no mind for slingers,^ not to-morrow — 
o; you'll put the 'tween-decks stove out, bein* sick! 

! The married kit 'as all to go before us! 
bourse it*s blocked the bloomin' gangway up again! 
:r, O cheer the 'Orse Guards watchin' tender o'er us, 
ecpin* us since eight this mornin' in the rain ! 

k in 'eavy marchin'-order, sopped and wringin' — 
ck, before our time to watch *er 'cave an' fall, 
's your 'appy 'ome at last, an' stop your singin'. 
It! Fall in along the troop-deck! Silence all! 

r .' For we^ll never live to see no bloomin' victory I 
r ! An* weUl never live to *ear the cannon roar ! 
{One cheer more !) 

The jackal an* the kite 

*Ave an *ealthy appetite ^ 
you* 11 never see your soldiers any more I (*Ip ! Urroar I) 

The eagle an* the crow 

They are waitin* ever sOy 
you* II never see your soldiers any more I {*Ip Urroar I) 

YeSy the Large Birds 0* Prey 

They will carry us away^ 
you* II never see your soldiers any more I 

* Bread soaked in tea* 



(7^ R^al R^ment <^ Maraut) 

^S I was spittin' into the Ditch aboard o' the Cmo£lhl 
I aeed a man on a mao-o'-war got up in the Rcglu* ' 

'E was aaipm* the paint from off of 'er riate*, an'iKtto 

'im/'Oo ate your 
Sez 'e, "I'm a Jdly— 'Er Majesty's JoUy^-Mldier an' aiiar 

Now 'is woric iiepns by Gawd knows wfaen, and % mfci* 

never dinxigh; 
'E isn't one o' the rtg'Iar line, nor 'e isn't one of theoc*- 
'£'s a kind of a giddy hanimJrodite — soklier an' sailor wt 

An', after, I met 'im all over the world, a-doin' all kiadiof 

Uke landin' 'issclf with a Gatlin' gun to talk to them 'tiAfB 

*£ sleeps in an 'ammick instead of a cot, an' 'c drills with ^ 

deck on a slew, 
An' 'e sweats like a Jolly — 'Er Majesty's Jolly— sokfiff 

an' sailor too! 
For there isn't a job on the top o' the earth the beggar dW 

know, nor do — 
You can leave 'im at night on a bald man's 'ead, to paddle » 

own canoe — 
'E's a sort of a bloomin' cosmopolouse — soldier an' s«kf 

We've fought 'em in trooper, we've fought 'em in dock, *** 
drunk with 'em in betweens, , 

When they called us the seasick scull'ry-maids, an' we cil*- 
'em the Ass-Marines; 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 493 

Bue, when we was down for a double fatiiguey from Woolwich 

to BernardmyOy 
^^''e sent for the Jollies — *Er Majesty's Jollies — soldier an' 

sailor too! 
They think for 'emselves, an' they steal for 'emselves, and 

they never ask what's to do, 
Bia^ they're camped an* fed an* they*re up an' fed before our 

bugle's blew. 
Ho ! they ain*t no limpin* procrastitutes — soldier an' sailor 


You may say we are fond of an 'arness-cut, or *ootin' in 

Ox* startin* a Board School mutiny along o' the Onion Guards; 
BmjLt once in a while we can finish in style for the ends of the 

earth to view, 
THc same as the Jollies — 'Er Majesty's Jollies — soldier 

an* sailor too! 
THcy come of our lot, they was brothers to us; they was 

beggars we'd met an' knew; 
t, barrin* an inch in the chest an' the arm, they was doubles 

o* me an* you; 
For they weren't no special chrysanthemums — soldier an' 

sailor too! 

To take your chance in the thick of a rush, with firing all 

I* nothing so bad when you've cover to 'and, an' leave an' 
likin' to shout; 

^ut to stand an' be still to the Birkenhead drill is a damn' 
tough bullet to chew, 

^' they done it, the Jollies — 'Er Majesty's Jollies^ — sol- 
dier an' sailor too! 

*ndr work was done when it 'adn't begun; they was younger 
nor me an' you; 



Their choice it was pldn between drownin' in 'eaps an' hei 

mopped bv the screw. 
So they stood an was still to the Birken*eMj dnU^ soldier a' 

sulor too! 

We*re most of us liars, we're 'aif of us thieves, an' the nt 

are as rank as can be. 
But once in a while we can finish in style (which I 'ope it 

won't 'appen to me). 
But it makes yon think better o* you an' your friends, an' die 

work you may 'ave to do, 
\Vhen you think o' the sinkin' Ficimier*s Jollies — soldier tn* 

sailor too! 
Now there isn't no room for to say ye don't know— dief 

*a\-e proved it plain and true — 
That, whether it's Widow, or whether it's ship, Victorier*! 

work is to do, 
An' they done it, the Jollies — *Er Majesty's Jollies— sol- 
dier an* sailor too! 


(Royal Engineers) 

\\ n^EX the Waters were dried an' the Earth did appctf» 
V,"lt's all one," sa>-s the Sapper), 

The Ia^PvI He created the Engineer, 

Her M.iicstv*s Roval En^neer, i 

With the rank and pay of a Sapper! I 

WTien the KUxxi cx^me along for an extra monsoon, 
T was Nvvah constructed the first pontoon 
1 o the plans of' Her Majesty's, etc. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 188&-1918 49s 

^r fatigue in the wet an' the sun, 

ih got drunk, which he wouldn't ha' done 

d trained with, etc. 

ie Tower o' Babel had mixed up men's bat^ 
ever civilian was managing that, 
one of, etc. 

le Jews had a fight at the foot of a hill, 
[oshua ordered the sun to stand still, 
e was a Captain of Engineers, etc. 

le Children of Israel made bricks without straw, 
;re leamin' the regular work of our Corps, 
^ork of, etc. 

• since then, if a war they would wage, 
js a-shinin' on history's page — 
page for, etc. 

lown their sidings an' help 'em entrain, 
iweep up their mess through the bloomin' campaign 
style of, etc. 

id us in front with a fuse an' a mine 

up the gates that are rushed by the Line, 

mt by, etc. 

id us behind with a pick an' a spade, 
3r the guns of a bullock-brigade 
L has asked for, etc. 

: under escort in trousers and shirt, 
heathen they plug us tail-up in the dirt, 
ing, etc. 


We blast out the rock an* we shovel the mud. 
We make 'em good roads an' — they roU down die khiii^ 
Reporting, etc. 

We make 'em thdr bridges, their wells, an' their hnO^ 
An' the telegraph-wire the enemy cuts, 
• An' it's blamed on, etc. 

An' when we return, an' from war we would cease, 
They grudge us adomin' the billets of peace. 
Which are kept for, etc. 

We build 'em nice barracks — ^they swear they are bad, 
That our Colonels are Methodist, married or mad, 
Insultin' etc. 

They haven't no manners nor gratitude too, 
For the more that we help 'em, the less will they do. 
But mock at, etc. 

Now the Line's but a man with a gun in his hand, 
An' Cavalry's only what horses can stand. 
When helped by, etc. 

Artillery moves by the leave o' the ground, 
But we are the men that do something all round. 
For we are, etc. 

I have stated it plain, an' my argument's thus 

("It's all one," says the Sapper) 
There's only one Corps which is perfect — that's us; 

An' they call us Her Majesty's Engineers, 

Her Majesty's Royal Engineers, 

With the rank and pay of a Sapper! 


INCLUSIVE EDITION, 188&-1918 497 


GOT beyond all orders an' it got beyond all 'ope; 

It got to shanimin' wounded an' retirin' from the 'alt. 

companies was lookin' for the nearest road to slope; 
: were just a bloomin' knock-out — an* our fault! 

Now there aitCt no chorus *ere to give^ 

Nor there ain*t no band to play; 
An* I wish I was dead *Jore I done what I didy 

Or seen what I seed thai day ! 

was sick o' bein' punished, an' we let 'em know it, too; 
ii' a company-commander up an' 'it us with a sword, 
some one shouted "'Ook it!" an' it come to sove-ki-poo, 
ji' we chucked our rifles from us — O my Gawd! 

re was thirty dead an' wounded on the ground we 

wouldn't keep — 
there wasn't more than twenty when the front begun 

, Christ! along the line o' flight they cut us up like sheep, 
n' that was all we gained by doin' so! 

ird the knives be'ind me, but I dursn't face my man, 
or I don't know where I went to, 'cause I didn't 'alt to 

I 'eard a beggar squealin' out for quarter as 'e ran, 
Ji' I thought I knew the voice an' — it was me! 

was 'idin' under bedsteads more than 'arf a march away: 
Vc was lyin' up like rabbits all about the country-side; 
' the Major cursed 'is Maker 'cause 'e'd lived to see that 

in the Colonel broke 'is sword acrost, an' cried. 

■•■•'• ^^^" 


Wemtiotceii 'fere we lOated - we ww ntnr da e ^ K mit 
We made it out a favour if an ocder was obejred. 

Te^ every little dnuniiMr 'ad 'ia r^ts an* wxosigt to aaai, 
So we had co pay fer ttadiin' — an' we paid! 

Tbep^wiB ^id it 'andKMD^ but Tou know the Anny fcaoat; 

m was put to graooun' Gamclt tin the RBiaents fdM^d 
An* they gave us each a medal fer subdwn Ea^aod'i bet, 

An* I *(^ you like my km^ — becmse it's trnel 

Am' thert sm't »« tktnu 'trt /p pat. 

Nor thert ain't i*o hmid to pity; 
But I wish I was itad •Jart I dmt witM I £d. 

Or tetn awW / seed thai d^ I 


(/» the Lodge 6f Instruction) 

'T^IE men ^t fou^t at Minden, they was rookies in their 
So was them that fought at Waterloo! 

All the 'ole command, yuss, from Mindcn to Maiwand, 
They V. as once dam' sweeps like you ! 

Then do not he discouraged, 'Eaoen is your 'e/per, 

IFe'll /ram you not lo/orgel; 
An' you mustn't swear an' curst, or you'll only ctuh it 

For vse'll make you soldiers yet ! 

The men that fought at Mindcn, they 'ad stocks bcn«* 
their chins. 

Six inch 'igh an' more; 
But fatigue it was their pride, and they mould not be deoied 

To dean the cook-'ousc floor. 

INCXUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 499 

men that fought at Minden, they had anarchistic bombs 
Served to 'em by name of 'and-grenades; 
diey got it in the eye (same as you will by-an'-by) 
When they dubbed their field-parades. 

men that fought at Minden, they *ad buttons up an* 

Two-an'-twenty dozen of 'em told; 
they didn't grouse an' shirk at an hour's extry work. 
They kept 'em bright as gold. 

men that fought at Minden, they was armed with mus- 

Also, they was drilled by 'alberdiers; 
n't know what they were, but the sergeants took good 

They washed be'ind their ears. 

men that fought at Minden, they 'ad ever cash in 'and 
Which they did not bank nor save, 
spent it gay an' free on their betters — such as me — 
For the good advice I gave. 

men that fought at Minden, they was civil — yuss, they 

Never didn't talk o' rights an' wrongs, 

they got it with the toe (same as you will get it — so!) — 

For interrupting songs. 

men that fought at Minden, they was several other things 
Which I don't remember clear; 
/Afl/'j the reason why, now the six-year men are dry 
The rooks will stand the beer! 

TkeH dortotie ttiteourageJ, 'Eaatn is your 'fiftr, 

IfVff learn you not to/ernf. 
Jm* you mustn't twtar tm curttt v yoi^ii m& i 

And wifU make ytu nUitn ytll 

SoUitrt yet, if you've p>l it iny 
AS fat the sake of the Core; 

SoUiertyet, if me 'ave to skin you — 

Am «>' ^t the beer, Johnny Ra»—J»kmiy Uml 
He / run an' grt the ieer, Johnny Ram ! 


(Infantry in India) 
■\X^E'VE got the cholerer in camp — it's worse than I 

We're dyir' in the wilderness the same as Isnilites; 
It's before us, an' be'ind us, an' we cannot get away, 
An' the doctor's just reported we've ten more to-day! 

OA, strike your camp an' go, the iugWs cai/in'. 

The Rains arcfallin'— 
The dead are bushed an stoned to keep 'em safe beloa. 
The Band's a-doin 'all she knows t9 cheer its; 
The Chaplain s gone and prayed to Gawd to 'earns — 

To 'far us — 
Lardtfor it's a-kHlin' ^ us so! 

Since Augiisc, when it started, it's been sdckin* to ouroil, 
'l*hough they 've 'ad us our by marches an' they've 'd ^ 

back by rait; 

But it nin& as fast as tnx>p trains, and we cannot get ■«■!• 
An' the sick-list to the Colonel makes ten more to-day. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 501 

liere ain't no fun in women nor there ain't no bite to drink; 
b'smuch too wet for shoo tin'; we can only march and think; 
Ji' at evenin', down the nullahs^ we can 'ear the jackals say, 
Cct up, you rotten beggars, you've ten more to-day!" 

I' would make a monkey cough to see our way o' doin' 

things — 
ieutenants takin' companies an' Captains takin' wings, 
n' Lances actin' Sergeants — eight file to obey — 
>r we've lots o' quick promotion on ten deaths a day! 

jr Colonel's white an' twitterly — 'e gets no sleep nor food, 
jt mucks about in 'orspital where nothing does no good. 
. sends us 'caps o' comforts, all bought from 'is pay — 
it there aren't much comfort 'andy on ten deaths a day. 

ir Chaplain's got a banjo, an' a skinny mule 'e rides, 

1' the stuff he says an' sings us, Lord, it makes us split our 

ith 'is black coat-tails a-bobbin' to Ta-ra-ra Boom-der-ay ! 
.*s the proper kind o' padre for ten deaths a day. 

1* Father Victor 'elps 'im with our Roman Catholicks — 
e knows an 'eap of Irish songs an' rummy conjurin'-tricks; 
1' the two they works together when it comes to play or 

» we keep the ball a-roUin' on ten deaths a day. 

e've got the cholerer in camp — we've got it *ot an* sweet. 

ain't no Christmas dinner, but it's 'elped an' we must eat; 

Vve gone beyond the funkin', 'cause we've found it doesn't 

a we re rockin' round the Districk on ten deaths a day! 


Ttien strike your camp an* go, ih€*Rains areJaUvi, 

The BugU's callirr ! 
The dead are hushed an* stoned to keep Vm siffe iekm! 
An* them thai do not like it they can lump it. 
An* them thai can not stand it they can jump it; 
We*ve got to die somewhere — some way — sonuow— 
We might as well begin to do it now ! 
Theny Number One, let down the tent-pole slow. 
Knock out the pegs an* *old the comers — so I 
Fold in thejbeSyfurl up the ropes, an* stow I 
Oh, strike — oA, strike your camp an* go I 

{Gawd *elp us !) 


I'VE taken my fun where I've found it; 

I've rogued an' I've ranged in my time; 
IVe 'ad my pickin' o' sweethearts, 

An' four o' the lot was prime. 
One was an 'arf-caste widow. 

One was a womai\ at Prome, 
One was the wife of z, jemadar-sais}- 

An' one is a girl at *ome. 

Now I aren't no *and with the ladies, 

For^ takin' *em all along. 
You never can say till you* ve tried 'em. 

An* then you are like to be wrong. 
There's times when you'll think that you mightn't. 

There's times when you'll know that you might; 
But the things you will learn from the Yellow an* Br^ 

They'll 'elp you a lot with the White I 

^ Head-groom. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 503 

I was a young un at 'Oogli, 

Shy as a girl to begin; 
Aggie de Castrer she made me. 

An' Aggie was clever as sin; 
Older than me, but my first un — 

More like a mother she were — 
Showed me the way to promotion an' pay. 

An' I learned about women from *er! 

Then I was ordered to Burma, 

Acdn' in charge o' Bazar, 
An* I got me a dddy live 'eathen 

Through buyin' supplies off 'er pa. 
Funny an' yellow an* faithful — 

Doll in a teacup she were. 
But we lived on the square, like a true-married pair, 

An* I learned about women from 'er! 

Then we was shifted to Neemuch 

(Or I might ha' been keepin' 'er now). 
An' I took with a shiny she-devil. 

The wife of a nigger at Mhow; 
'Taught me the g^psy-folks' boUe;^ 

Kind o' volcano she were, 
For she knifed me one night 'cause I wished she was 

And I learned about women from 'er! 

Then I come 'ome in a trooper, 

'Long of a kid o' sixteen — 
*Girl from a convent at Meerut, 

The straightest I ever 'ave seen. 
Love at first sight was 'er trouble, 

She didn*t know what it were; 
An* I wouldn't do such, 'cause I liked 'er too much. 

But — I learned about women from 'er! 

' Slang. 


IVe taken my fun where IVe found it. 

An' now I must pay for my fiin. 
For the more you 'ave known o' the others 

The less will you settle to one; 
An' the end of it's »ttin' and thinldn^ 
. An' dreamin' HeU-fires to see; 
So be warned by my lot (which I know yon will not)» 

An' learn about women from me! 

IFhai did ike ColoneFs Lady think t 

Nobody never knew. 
Somebody asked the Sergeant* s IViJe^ 

An' she told *em true! 
fFAen you get to a man in the case, 

TheyWe like as a row of pins — 
For the ColoneFs Lady an* Jiufy 0*Grady 

Are sisters under their skins ! 


" 'A^ ANYBODY seen Bill 'Awkins?" 

"Now 'ow in the devil would I know?** 
" *E*s taken my girl out walkin'. 
An* I've got to tell 'im so — 

Gawd — bless — 'im ! 
I've got to tell 'im so." 

"D' yer know what 'c's like, BiU 'Awkins?" 
"Now what in the devil would I care?" 
'E's the livin'y breathin' image of an organ-grinde*. 
With a pound of grease in 'is 'air — 

Gawd — bless — 'im ! 
An* a pound o' grease in 'is 'air." 

«« »!?». 


An* s'pose you met Bill 'Awkins, 

Now what in the devil 'ud ye do?" 
I'd open 'is cheek to 'is chin-strap buckle. 

An' bung up 'is both eyes, too— 
Gawd — bless — 'im ! 

An' bung up 'is both eyes, too!" 

Look 'ere, where 'e comes. Bill 'Awkins! 

Now, what in the devil will you say?" 
It isn't fit an' proper to be fightin' on a Sunday, 

So I'll pass 'im the time o' day — 
Gawd — bless — 'im ! 

I'll pass 'im the time o' day!" 


T^HERE was Rundle, Station Master, 

An' Beazeley of the Rail, 
An' 'Ackman, Commissariat, 

An' Donkin' o' the Jail; 
An' Blake, Conductor-Sergeant, 

Our Master twice was 'e, 
With 'im that kept the Europe-shop, 

Old Framjee Eduljee. 

idt—*' Sergeant ! Sir! Salute! Salaam!'* 

ie — ** Brother^' an" it doesn't do no 'arm, 

net upon the Level an' we parted on the Square^ 

I was Junior Deacon in my Mother-Lodge out there ! 

We'd Bola Nath, Accountant, 

An' Saul the Aden Jew, 
An' Din Mohammed, draughtsman 

Of the Survey Office too; 



There was Babu Chuckerbutty, 

An' Amir Singh the Sikh, 
An' Castro from the fittin'-aheds» 

The Roman Catholickl 

We 'adn*t good regalia. 

An' our Lodfle was old an' iNure, 
But we knew we Ancient Ijindmarts, 

An* we kep' 'em to a luur; 
An' lookin' cm it backwards 

It often strikes me thus. 
There ain't such things as infidels, 

Excep', per'aps, it's us. 

For monthly, after Labour, 

We'd all sit down and smoke 
(We dursn't give no banquets. 

Lest a Brother's caste were broke), 
An' man on man got talkin' 

Religion an' the rest, 
An' every man comparin' 

Of the God 'e knew the best. 

So man on man got talkin'. 

An' not a Brother stirred 
Till mornin' waked the parrots 

An' that dam' brain-fever-bird; 
We'd say 'twas 'ighly curious, 

An' we'd all ride 'ome to bed. 
With Mo'ammed, God, an' Shiva 

Changin' pickets in our 'ead. 

Full oft on Guv'ment service 
This rovin' foot 'ath pressed. 

An' bore fraternal greetm's 
To the Lodges east an' west. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 507 

Accordin' as commanded. 

From Kohat to Singapore, 
But I wish that I might see them 

In my Mother-Lodge once more! 

I wish that I might see them, 

My Brethren black an' brown, 
With the trichies smellin' pleasant 

An' the hog-dam^ passin' down; 
An' the old khansamah^ snorin' 

On the bottle-khana' floor. 
Like a Master in good standing 

With my Mother-Lodge once more. 

dc—** Sergeant ! Sir! Salute! Salaam!** 

t — ^^ Brother^* an* it doesn't do no *arm. 

let upon the Level an* we parted on the Square^ 

' was Junior Deacon in my Mother-Lodge out there ! 


"*HERE was no one like *im, 'Orse or Foot, 

Nor any o* the Guns I knew; 
ause it was so, why, o* course 'e went an' died. 
Which is just what the best men do. 

it*s kpock out your pipes an* follow me ! 
* it* s finish up your swipes an* follow me ! 
M, *ark to the big drum callin*^ 
Follow me— follow me *ome ! 

* Cigar-lighter. * Butler. 'Pantry. 


'I* mare she neighs the 'ole day long, 
She paws the 'ole night through, 
An' she won't take 'er feed 'cause o' waitin' for 'Ij stej_^^2' 
Which is just what a beast would do. ^^^_ 

Is ^rl she goes with a bombardier B I 

Before 'er raonth is through; 
An' the banns are up in , for ^e's got the hciS beg 

Which is just what ■- nnUd do. 

We fought 'bout a week it were — 

No more tha" ■• wo; 

But I strook 'im cp i wish I 'adn'i now. 

Which is just what a man can't do. 

■ ■ - 1 

'E was all that I *ad in the way of a ftiend, 
An' I've *ad to find one new; 
But I'd give my pay an' stripe for to get the b^gar bv^'> 
Which it's just too late to do. 

So it's knock out your pipes an' follow me/ 
An' it's finish up your swipes an' follote me! 
Oh, 'ark to the fifes a-crawlin' ! 
Follow me— follow me 'ome ! 

Take 'im away ! 'E's gone where the heit men go. 
Take 'im away ! An' the gun-wheels tumin' slow. 
Take 'im away ! There's more from the plate 'e e<^ ^ ' 
Take 'im away, with the limber an' the ^um. 

For it's " Three rounds blank" an' follow me. 
An' it's " Thirteen rank" an'folhw me; 
Oh, passin' the love a' women. 
Follow me— follow me 'ome I 



'|p WAS warned agin 'er — 

That's what made 'im look; 
She was warned agin' 'im — 

That is why she took. 
"Wouldn't 'ear no reason, 

'Went an' done it blind; 
We know all about 'em, 

They've got all to find! 

Cheer for the Sergeant's wedJin' — 
Give 'em one cheer more I 

Grey gun-'orset in the lando, 
Jin' a rogue is married to, etc. 

What's the use o' lellin' 

'Arf the lot she's been? 
'E's a bloomin' robber, 

An' 'e keeps canteen. 
*Ow did 'c get 'is buggy? 

Gawd, you needn't ask! 
'Made 'is Forty gallon 

Out of every cask ! 

Watch 'im, with 'is 'air cut, 

Count us filin' by — 
Won't the Colonel praise 'is 

Pop — u — lar — i — ty ! 
We 'ave scores to settle — 

Scores for more than beer; 
She's the girl to pay 'em — 

That is why we're 'ere! 


See the Chaplain thinkin'? 

See the wom^i smile? 
Twig the nuuTied winkin' 

As they take the aide? 
Keep jroor nde-arms quiet, 

Dressin' by the BaiidL 
Ho! Toa 'cdy beggars. 

Cough be*ind joar 'and! 

Now it*8 done an' over, * 

'Ear the oigan squeaJk, 
'**Foice itua imUhid o'er Eden''— 

Ain't she got the cheek! 
White an' laylock ribbons. 

Think yourself so fine! 
rd pray Gawd to take ycr 

Tore I made yer mine! 

Escort to the kerridge. 

Wish 'im luck, the brute! 
Chuck the slippers after — 

[Pity 't ain't a boot!] 
Bowin' like a lady, 

Blushin' like a lad — 
'Oo would say to see 'em 

Both is rotten bad ? 

Cheer for the Sergeant's weddin*— 
Give 'em one cheer more ! 

Grey gun-orses in the lando^ 
An* a rogue is married /o, etc. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885^1918 511 


{Royal Horse Artillery) 

'HROUGH the Plagues of Egyp' we was chasin' Arabi, 
Gettin' down an' shovin' in the sun; 

* you might 'ave called us dirty, an' you might ha' called us 

Vn' you might 'ave 'eard us talkin' at the gun. 

t the Captain 'ad 'is jacket, an' the jacket it was new — 

'Qrse Gunners, listen to my song!) 

* the wettin' of the jacket is the proper thing to do, 
^or we didn't keep 'im waiting very long. 

e day they gave us orders for to shell a sand redoubt, 
u>adin' down the axle-arms with case; 
t the Captain knew 'is dooty, an' he took the crackers out 
\xi he put some proper liquor in its place, 
the Captain saw the shrapnel, which is six-an'-thirty 

*Qrse Gunners, listen to my song!) 
Aill you draw the weight," sez *e, "or will you draw the 

\xi we didn't keep 'im waiting very long. 

For the Captain^ etc. 

^n we trotted gentle, not to break the bloomin' glass, 

Though the Arabites 'ad all their ranges marked; 

t we durs n't 'ardly gallop, for the most was bottled Bass, 

kn' we'd dreamed of it since we was disembarked: 

^e fired economic with the shells we 'ad in 'and, 

*Orse Gunners, listen to my song!) 

t the beggars under cover *ad the impidence to stand, 

^* we couldn't keep 'em waitin' very long. 

And the Captain^ etc. 



So we finished 'arf the liquor (an* the Captain took ckmi- 

An* the Arabites was shoodn' all die while; 
An' we left our wounded 'appy with die emptiet on theplifl^ 

An' we used the bloomin' guns for pnjem/r/ 
We limbered up an* galloped — there weie nothin* dae tD<b- 

('Orse Gunners, listen to my song I) 
An' the Battery come aJxxmdin* Qce a boandin' kaifn% 

But they didn't watch us oomia* very hog. 

As the CapUun^ etc 

We was goin' most extended — we was drivin* very finci 

An' the Arabites were loosin' 'igh an' wide. 
Till the Captain took the glacis with a rattlin' ''right m- 

An' we dropped upon their 'eads the other side. 
Then we give 'em quarter — such as 'adn't up and cut 

('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!) 
An' the Captain stood a limberful of fizzy somethin' Brutt, 

But we didn't leave it fizzing very long. 

For the Captairiy etc. 

We might ha' been court-martialled, but it all come out ^ 
When they signalled us to join the main command. 
There was every round expended, there was every gufl^ 

An' the Captain waved a corkscrew in 'is 'andl 

Btit the Captain ^ad * is jacket ^ etc. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 513; 


'cathen in 'is blindness bows down to wood an' stone; 

lon't obey no orders unless they is 'is own; 

>s 'is side-arms awful: 'e leaves 'em all about, 

m comes up the Regiment an' pokes the 'eathen out. 

Jong 0* dirtinesSy all along 0' mess^ 
Jong 0' doin* things raiher-more-or-lesSy 
Jong of abby-nay^ kul^ an^ hazar-ho^ 
i you keep your rifle an* yourself jus' so ! 

>ung recruit is 'aughty — 'e draPs from Gawd knows* 


ad 'im show 'is stockin's an' lay 'is mattress square; 

3 it bloomin' nonsense — *e doesn't know, no more — 

in up comes 'is Company an kicks 'im round the floor I 

ung recruit is 'ammered — 'e takes it very hard; 
s 'is 'ead an' mutters — 'e sulks about the yard; 
s o' "cfuel tyrants" which 'e'll swing for by-an'-by,, 
: others 'ears an' mocks 'im, an' the boy goes orf to cry- 

ung recruit is silly — 'e thinks o' suicide; 

t 'is gutter-devil; 'e asn't got 'is pride; 

y by day they kicks *im, which 'elps 'im on a bit, 

finds 'isself one mornin' with a full an' proper kit. 

«' clear 0* dirlinesSy geUin* done with mesSy 
n* shut doin* things rather-more-or-less; 
wfond of abby-nayy kuly nor hazar-hoy 
ns to keep *is rifle an' *isselfjus' so ! 

■ Not now. * To-morrow. ' Wait a bit. 




'E learns 

recniit is *Mppy—*c throws a chest to suit; 
im grow mustaches; you 'ear 'im sLap 'is boot; 
to drop the " bloodies'' from every word 'e afiifii 
diows an 'ealthy brisket when 'e strips for ban u' 

The cmd-trrant-aergeants 
Thev vatch Im with Ts 

they watdi "im 'arf a year; 
comrades, they watch 'im with li 

Thev watch 
And the 

im with the women at the regimental danoc, 

send 'is name afoog ht 

Ar.' now Vs 'arf o' nothin', an' aO a private yet, 
'1$ rvX>n*. they up an' rags 'im to sec what they will get 
They rjurs 'irr. low an' cunning each dirty trick they can, 
But > ieams to sweat 'is temper an' *e learns to sweat *is man. 

Ar.\ !a5t, a Colour-Seiiecant, as such to be obeyed, 
*E schvv^ls ':s men at cricket, *e tells 'em on parade; 
Thev sees 'ir?. ouick an' 'andv, uncommon set an* smart, 
An' so 'e talks to orticers which *ave the Core at *eart. 

'F leams to do 'is watchin' without it showin' plain; 
'F lejims ro save a dummy, an' shove 'im straight again; 
'F leams to check a ranker that's bujrin' leave to shirk; 
An' 'e learns to make men like 'im so they'll learn to like their 

An* when it comes to marchin' hell see their socks are r^^* 
An' when it comes to acrion 'e shows 'em how to sight. 
'K knows their ways of thinkin* and Just what's in their mW*' 
'F. knows when they are takin' on an when they've fell bc'ifl"* 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 515 

*£ knows each talkin' corpril that leads a squad astray; * 

'E feels 'is innards 'eavin', 'is bowels givin' way; 

'E sees the blue-white faces all tryin' 'ard to grin. 

An' 'e stands an' waits an' suffers till it's time to cap 'em in. 

An' now the hugly bullets come peckin' through the dust, 
An' no one wants to face 'em, but every beggar must; 
Soy like a man in irons, which isn't glad to go. 
They moves 'em off by companies uncommon stiff an' slow. 

Of all 'is five years' schoolin' they don't remember much 

Excep' the not retreatin', the step an' keepin' touch. 

It looks like teachin' wasted when they duck an' spread an* 

'op — 
But if 'e adn't learned 'em they'd be all about the shop. 

An' now it's "'Oo goes backward?'* an' now it's "*Oo comes 

And now it's "Get the doolies," an' now the Captain's gone; 
An' now it's bloody murder, but all the while they 'ear 
'Is voice, the same as barrick-drill, a-shepherdin' the rear. 

'E's just as sick as they are, 'is 'eart is like to split. 

But 'e works 'em, works 'em, works 'em till he feels 'em take 

the bit; 
The rest is 'oldin' steady till the watchful bugles play. 
An' 'e lifts *em, lifts 'em, lifts 'em through the charge that 

wins the day! 

The ^eathen in *is blindness bows down to woodan^ stone; 

'£ don*t obey no orders unless they is *is own. 

The *eaihen in *is blindness must end where *e began^ 

But the backbone of the Army is the Noncommissioned Man! 

Keep away from dirtiness — keep away from mesSy 
Don't get into doin* things rather^more-arJess ! 
Let's ha' done with abby-nay^ kuly and hazar-ho; 
Mind you keep your rifle an' yourself jus' so I 



GEZ the Jumor Oidofy SennBt 
^ TotlieSenvOnlafylint 
"Oar Onlerir OrfVser^ fain ■rt',» 

**TfM *c^ ^ all you cam. 
"For the wine «m eld md the qght il eoldt 
"An' the bctt «<e mMj go wraog, 
So^ nfc c HIS Id tne ****f<^^-™y*^ 
"Too pan the wofd tikm^ 

S^itwu "Ramrnds ! What Ratmds f M Iwo ^mfni^ ^ ' 
*£*« 'gUm' amijtke strgrmmt's smsi, tmt, sentry, tluuy^ 

.in' it iMf "Pass ! AlFs well! Oh^ ain't V Aippin' ti^ '■ 
'EU imJ am affidazir prtttj hadly kj-an'-kj. " 

The moon iras white on the buricks. 

The road was white an' wide. 
An' the Orderiy Oif cer R>ok it all, 

An' the ten-foot ditch bendc. 
An* the corporal pulled an' the sergeant ptubedr 

An' the tntee they danced along. 
But I'd shut my e>'es in the sentry4x>z. 

So I didn't see nothin' wrong. 

Though it was" Rounds ! What Rounds f eorferd, '" 
'im up ! 
*£*; usin' 'is cap as it shouldn't ht used, hut, sentry, f 
your eye. g 

An' it was Pass ! AlPs well! Ho, shun the/eamin' OtP 
'Ell need," etc. 

■Very diunk. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 517 

*T was after four in the mornin'; 

We 'ad to stop the fun. 
An' we sent *im 'ome on a bullock-cart, 

With 'is belt an' stock undone; 
But wc sluiced *lm down an' we washed 'im out, 

An' a lirst-class job we made. 
When we saved 'im, smart as a bombardier, 

For six o'clock parade. 

been "Rounds! fFhat Rounds? Ok, shone 'im 
straight again ! 
usin' 'it sworJ/ora hicycle, hut, sentry, shut your eye" 

was "Pass! Aits well!" '£"/ tailed me "Darlin' 


' need, " etc. 

The drill was long an' 'eavy, 

The sky was 'ot an' blue. 
An' 'is eye was wild an' 'is 'atr was wet, 

But 'is sergeant pulled 'im through. 
Our men was good old trusties — 

They'd done it on their 'ead; 
But you ought to 'avc 'card 'em markin' time 

To 'ide the things 'e said! 

VMS "Right flank — wheel!" /or " 'Ait, an' stand at 
rase ! " 

"Left extend f" /or "Centre dose!" marker, shut 
your eye ! 

vas, " 'Ere, sir, 'ere ! he/ore the Colonel sees ! " 
f needed affidavits pretty badly by-an'-by. 

There was two-an '-thirty sergeants. 

There was corp'rals forty-one, 
There was just nine 'undred rank an' file 

To swear to a touch o' sun. 



Time was me *e 'd kined in die ientrf-boi^ 
As I *av€ not told in my song^ 

Bat I took my oath, wlucb were Bifafe-tratii, 
I 'adn't seen notUn* wnmg. 

Tliere's them that's 'ot an' 'ang^ty. 

There's them that's cold an' 'and. 
Bat there comes a night when the best geti dgh^ 

And then turns oat the GoanL 
I've seen them Ide their fiqoar . 

In every kind o' way. 
But most depends on makin* friends 

Widi PHvit Thomas A.! 

IFien it is '^Rounds! JFtuU Rounds? *Ps tnn^ 
through *is nose. 

^Es reelin\ rollin\roarin* ^tight^kutySentry^ shut your ejf - 
An' it is '' Pass ! AlFswelir An' that's the way U pes: 

We'll 'elp 'imfor 'is mother, an' 'e'll 'elp us hy-an'-ij ! 


VOU call yourself a man, 

For all you used to swear. 
An' leave me, as you can. 

My certain shame to bear? 

I 'ear! You do not care — 
You done the worst you know. 

I 'ate you, grinnin' there. . . . 
Ah, Gawd, I love you so! 

Nice while it lastedy an' now it is over — 
Tear out your 'eart an' good-bye to your lover ! 
What's the use o' grievin'y when the mother that ioreyo 
{Mary, pity women /) knew it all before you f 


It aren't no false alarm, 

The finish to your fun; 
You — you 'avc brung the 'arm. 

An' I'm the ruined one; 

An' now you'll off an' run 
With some new fool in tow. 

Your 'cart? You 'aven't none. . . . 
Ah, Gawd, I love you so! 

a mart is ttreJ there is naught vUl hind 'im; 
solemn promised 'e will shove te'ind 'im. 
s the p>od o' prayin'/or The IFrath to strike 'im 
; pity womeni), when the rest are like 'im ? 

What 'ope for me or — it? 

What's left for us to do? 
I've walked with men a bit, 

But this — but this is you. 

So 'elp me Christ, it's true! 
Where can I 'ide or go? 

You coward through and through! . . , 
Ah, Gawd, I love you so! 

; more you give 'em the less are Ihey for givin' — 
'« dead, an' you can not kiss 'im livin'. 
the road 'e led you there is no relumin' 
tpity women !), but you're late in leamin' ! 

You'd like to treat me fair? 

You can't, because we're pore? 
We'd starve? What do I care! 

We might, but this is shore! 

I want the name — no more — 
The name, an' lines to show, 

An' not to be an 'ore. . . . 
Ah, Gawd, I love you so! 


Wha^S the good o' phadin', when the mother that tore you 
{Mary, pity women I) knew it all before you f 
Sleep on 'is promises an' wake to your sorrow 
(Mary, pity women !),Jor we sail to-morrow ! 


•pHE Injian Ocean sets an' smiles 

So sof , so bright, so bloomin' blue; 
There aren't a wave for miles an" miles 

Excep' the ji^le from the screw. 
The ship is swep', the day is done, 

The bugle's gone for smoke and play; 
An' black ag'in the settin' sun 

The Lascar sings, "Hum deekty kai!"^ 

For to admire an' for to see. 

For to be'old this world so wide — 

// never done no good to me, 
Bttt I can't drop it if I tried! 

I see the sei^ants pitchin' quoits, 

I 'ear the women laugh an' talk, 
I spy upon the quarter-deck 

The Officers an' lydies walk. 
I thinks about the things that was. 

An' leans an' looks acrost the sea. 
Till, spite of all the crowded ship. 

There's no one leP alive but me. 

The things that was which I 'ave seen, 
In barrick, camp, an' action too, 

I tells them over by myself. 
An' sometimes wonders if they're true; 

'I'm looking out. 


For they was odd — most awful odd — 
But all the same now they are o'er. 

There must be 'eaps o' plenty such, 
An' if I wait I'D see some more. 

Oh, I 'ftve come upon the books. 

An' frequent broke a barrick-rule. 
An' stood beside an' watched myself 

Be'avin' like a bloomin' fool. 
I paid my price for lindin' out. 

Nor never grutched the price I paid, 
But sat in Clink without my boots, 

Admitin' 'ow the world was made. 

Be'old a cloud upon the beam. 

An' 'umped above the sea appears 
Old Aden, like a barrick-stove 

That no one's lit for years an* yearsl 
I passed by that when I began, 

An' I go 'omc the road 1 came, 
A time-expired soldier-man 

With six years' service to 'is name. 

My girl she said, "Oh, stay with me!" 

My mother 'eld me to 'er breast. 
They've never written none, an' so 

They must 'ave gone with all the rest — 
With all the rest which I 'ave seen 

An' found an' known an' met along. 
I cannot say the things I feet, 

And so I sing my evenin' song: 

For to admire an' for to see. 
For to be'old this world so vide — 

// never done no good to me. 
But I can't drop it ij I tried I 



" T^OHOfy* JOT aw ska i 

Aaf mtm Am U is ^tr 

Fwwm 'A^mx J» VaAudM. 

Frvm York to Stngapore — 
'Orse,foot, an' gum. The Senice Mm 
'Encefiii niaiii, 1 


VJIT^JEN you've shoutirf "Rule Brituinia," when foo'" 
sung " God save the Queen," 

When you've finished killing Kniger with your mouth, 
Will you kindly drop a shilling in my little tunbourine 

For a gentleman in kharki ordered South? 
He's an absent-minded b^gar, and his weaknesses arcgrett-' 

But we and Paul must take him as we find him — 
He is out on active service, wiping something off a sUlf 

And he's left a lot of little things behind himl 

Duke's son — cook's son — son of a hundred kings — 

(Fifty thousand horse and foot going to Table Bay!) 
Each of 'em doing his country's work 

(and who's to look after their thii^?) 
Pass the hat for your credit's sake, 

and pay — pay — pay! 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 523 

There are girls he married secret, asking no permission to, 

For he knew he wouldn't get it if he did. 
There is gas and coals and vittles, and the house-rent falling 

And it's more than rather likely there's a Idd. 
There are girls he walked with casual. They'll be sorry now 
he's gone. 

For an absent-minded beggar they will find him. 
But it ain't the time for sermons with the winter coming on. 

We must help the girl that Tommy's left behind him! 
Cook's son — duke's son — son of a belted earl — 

Son of a Lambeth publican — it's all the same to-day! 
Each of 'em doing his country's work 

(and who's to look after the girl?) 
Pass the hat for your credit's sake, 

and pay — pay — pay! 

There are families by thousands, far too proud to beg or speak. 

And they'll put their sticks and bedding up the spout. 
And they'll live on half o' nothing, paid 'em punctual once a 

'Cause the man that earns the wage is ordered out. 
He's an absent-minded beggar, but he heard his country call, 

And hb reg'ment didn't need to send to find him! 
He chucked his job and joined it — so the job before us all 

Is to help the home that Tommy's left behind him! 
Duke's job — cook's job — gardener, baronet, groom 

Mews or palace or paper-shop, there's someone gone away! 
Each of 'em doing his country's work 

(and who's to look after the room ?} 
Pass the hat for your credit's sake, 

and pay — pay — pay! 

Let us manage so as, later, we can look him in the face. 
And tell him — ^what he'd very much prefer — 

That, while he saved the Empire, his employer saved his place 
And his mates (that's you and me) looked out for her. 



He^s an absent-minded beggar and he may fecget it al^ 

But we do not want his kiddies to remind him 
That we sent *em to the workhouse whik thdr daddj iiia- 

So we'll help the homes that Tonunv left behind himl 
Cook's home — Duke's home — ^home of a millionaire, 

(Fifty thousand horse and foot going to Table BayQ 
Each of 'em doing his country's work 

(and what have you got to spare?) 
Pass the hat for your aedit*s sake, 

and p«y— p«y-i«yl 


{English Irregular discharged) 

\4^ E THAT 'ave been what Fve been — 
Me that 'ave gone where I've gone — 
Me that 'ave seen what I've seen — 

'Ow can I ever take on 
With awful old England again. 
An' 'ouses both sides of the street. 
And 'edges two sides of the lane. 
And the parson an' gentry between. 
An* touchin' my 'at when we meet — 

Me that *ave been what I've been? 

Me that 'ave watched 'arf a world 

'Eave up all shiny with dew. 

Kopje on kop to the sun, 

An' as soon as the mist let 'em through 

Our 'elios winkin' like fun — 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 525 

Three sides of a ninety-mile square. 
Over valleys as big as a shire — 
Are ye there ? Are ye there f Are ye there ? 
An* then the blind drum of our fire . . . 
An* I*m roUiii* 'is lawns for the Squire, 


Me that 'ave rode through the dark 
Forty mile, often, on end, 
Along the Ma'oUisberg Range, 
With only the stars for my mark 
An' only the night for my friend. 
An' things runnin' off as you pass, 
An' things jumpin' up in the grass. 
An' the silence, the shine an' the size 
Of the 'igh, unexpressible skies — 
I am talun' some letters almost 
As much as a mile to the post. 
An' "mind you come back with the change"! 


Me that saw Barberton took 

When we dropped through the clouds on their 'ead. 

An' they 'ove the guns over and fled — 

Me that was through Di'mond '111, 

An' Pieters an* Springs an' Belfast — 

From Dundee to Vereeniging all — 

Me that stuck out to the last 

(An' five bloomin' bars on my chest) — 

I am doin' my Sunday-school best. 

By the 'elp of the Squire an' 'is wife 

(Not to mention the 'ousemaid an' cook), 


To come in an* 'ands up an' be stilly 
An* honestly work for my bread. 
My livin* in that state of life 
To which it shall please God to call 


Me that 'ave followed mv trade 
In the place where the Lightnings are made, 
HTwixt the Runs and the Sun and the Mooo^ 
Me that lay down an' got up 
Three years with the sky for my roof- 
That 'ave ridden my 'unger an' diirst 
Six thousand raw nule on the hoof. 
With the Vaal and the Orange for cup. 
An' the Brandwater Barin for dish> — 
Oh! it's 'ard to be'ave as they wish 
(Too 'ard, an* a little too soon), 
ril 'ave to think over it first — 


I will arise an' get 'cnce; — 

I will trek South and make sure 

If it's only my fancy or not 

That the sunshine of England is pale. 

And the breezes of England are stale. 

An' there's somethin' gone small with the lot; 

For / know of a sun an' a wind. 

An' some plains and a mountain be'ind. 

An' some graves by a barb-wire fence; 

An' a Dutchman I've fought 'oo might give 

Me a job were I ever inclined, 

To look in an' ofFsaddle an' live 

Where there's neither a road nor a tree — 

But only my Maker an' me. 

And I think it will kill me or cure, 

So I think I will go there an' see. 


INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 $^7 


{Mounted Infantry of the Line) 

ISH my mother could see me now, with a fence-post 

under my arm, 
a knife and a spoon in my putties that I found on a Boer 

) of a sore-backed Argentine, with a thirst that you 

could n't buy. 
ised to be in the Yorkshires once 
ussex, Lincolns, and Rifles once), 
impshires, Glosters, and Scottish once! {ad lib.) 
But now I am M. I. 

: is what we are known as — that is the name you must call 
u want officers' servants, pickets an* 'orseguards an' all — 
lils for buryin'-parties, company-cooks or supply — 
1 out the chronic Ikonas! Roll up the * M. I.! 

ands are spotty with veldt-sores, my shirt is a button an' 

the things Fve used my bay'nit for would make a tinker 

don't know whose dam* column I'm in, nor where we're 

trekkin* nor why. 
e trekked from the Vaal to the Orange once — 
:>m the Vaal to the greasy Pongolo once — 
r else it was called the Zambesi once) — 
For now I am M. I. 

is what we are known as — we are the push you require 
outposts all night under freezin*, an* rearguard all day 
under fire. 

^Number according to taste and service of audience. 



Anjrdiing *ot or unwholesome? Anything dusty or diy? 
Borrow *. bunch of Ikonas! Trot out the M, I.! 

Our Seigeant-Major's a subaltern, our Captain's a Fusilier— 
Our Adjutant's "late of Somebody's 'Orsc," an' a Mdboaroe 

But you couldn't spot us at 'arf a mile from the crackcK 
They used to talk, about Lancers once, 
Hunan, Dragoons, an' Lancers once, 
*Elinet8, pistols, an' carbines once. 
But now we are M. I.! 


; known as — we are the orphans they 

That is what we 

Forbeggin' the loan of an 'ead-stall an' makin' amount to the 

'Can't even look at their 'orseltnes but some one goes belkrin 

"'Ere comes a burglin* Ikona!" Footsack you H.V- 

We're trekkin' our twenty miles a day an' bcin' loved by the 

But we don't hold on by the mane no more, nor lose our siir- 

nips — much; 
An' we scout with a senior man in chaise where the 'oly white 
flags fly. 
We used to think they were friendly once, 
Didn't take any precautions once 
(Once, my ducky, an' only once!) 

But now we are M. L! 

That is what we are known as — we are the beggars that g"^ 
Three days "to learn equitation," an' six months o' bloomi" 

well trot! 
Cow-guns, an' cattle, an' convoys — an' Mister De Wet on tftf 

We are the rollin' Ikonas! We arc the M, I. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 529 

new fat regiments come from home, imaginin' vain 

V. C/s 
; same as your talky-fighty men which are often Number 

our words o* command are "Scatter" an' "Close" an* 

"Let your wounded lie." 
e used to rescue *em noble once, — 
ivin* the range as we raised *em once, 
ettin* 'em killed as we saved 'em once — 
But now we are M. I. 

t is what we are known as — ^we are the lanterns you view 
r a fight round the kopjes, lookin' for men that we knew; 
stlin' an' callin' together, 'altin' to catch the reply: — 
p me! O 'elp me, Ikonas! This way, the M. I.!" 

sh my mother could see me now, a-gatherin' news on my 

in I ride like a General up to the scrub and ride back like 

Tod Sloan, 
larkable close to my 'orse's neck to let the shots go by. 
e used to fancy it risky once 
Called it a reconnaissance once), 
nder the charge of an orfcer once. 
But now we are M. I.! 

t is what we are known as — that is the song you must say 
:n you want men to be Mausered at one and a penny a 

are no five-bob Colonials — we are the *ome-made supply, 
for the London Ikonas! Ring up the M. I.! 

sh myself could talk to myself as I left 'im a year ago; 
uld tell 'im a lot that would save 'im a lot on the things 
that *e ought to know! 

Hone-holders when in action, and therefore generally under cover. 


When I think o* that ignormnt bamck-biidt it aln 
me ciy. 
I used to belong in an Army once 
(Gawd! what a mm little Army once). 
Red litde, dead little Army onoe! 

But now I am M. L! 

That is what we are known at— we are die men that hm 

Over a year at the bumnesa, amelt it an* hh it an' teeo. 
fTe 'ave got *okl of the needful— ;)fo« will be told by and b^ 
Wait till you've 'eard the Ikonasy qxike to the old M. LI 

Mount—^archy Ikanas I Sumd io ymut ^mtu mffm I 
Mop off the frost on the saddles^ mop up the mUes on tkifUH' 
Ota go the stars in the dawnin\ up goes our dust to the skj, 
ff'aik—trot, Ikonas ! Trek jou,^ the old M. I. ! 


{Mobile Columns of the Boer War) 

OUT o' the wilderness, dusty an* dry 

{Timcy an* *igh time to be trekkin* again /) 
'Oo is it *eads to the Detail Supply? 
ji section, a pompom, an* six *undred men. 

'Ere comes the clerk with 'is lantern an' keys 
{Time, an *igh time to be trekkin* again !) 

"Surplus of everything — draw what you please 
"For the section, the pompom, an* six *undredmen 

^ Get ahead. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 531 

What are our orders an' where do we lay?" 
(Timcy an* *igh time to be trekkin* again /) 

'You came after dark — you will leave before day, 
" You section y you pompom y you six ^undred men /' 

Down the tin street, 'alf awake an' unfed, 
'Ark to 'em blessin' the Gen'ral in bed! 

Now by the church' an' the outspan they wind — 
Over the ridge an' it's all lef be'ind 
For the section^ etc. 

Soon thev will camp as the dawn's growin' grey. 
Roll up tor cofiee an' sleep while they may — 
The section^ etc. 

Read their 'ome letters, their papers an' such, 
For they'll move after dark to astonish the Dutch 
fFith a section^ etc. 

IJntin' for shade as the long hours pass — 
Blankets on rifles or burrows in grass. 
Lies the section^ etc. 

Dossin' or beatin' a shirt in the sun. 
Watching chameleons or cleanin' a gun, 
Waits the section^ etc. 

With nothin' but stillness as far as you please, 
-An' the silly mirage stringin* islands an' seas 
Round the section^ etc. 

So they strips off their hide an' they grills in their bones, 
Till the shadows crawl out from beneath the pore stones 
Towards the section^ etc. 



An' the Mauser-bird stops an' the jackals begin, 
An' the 'orse-guard comes up and the Gunners 'ook a 
jis a 'in( to the pompom an* six 'xmdred men, . . . 

Off through the dark with the stars to rely on — 
(Alpha Centauri an' somethin' Orion) 
Moves the section, et^., 

Same bloomin' 'ole "i! he ant-bear 'as broke, 

Saine bloomin' stur same bloomin' joke 

Down the section, et\., 

Same "which is right?*' lere the cart-tracks divide, 
Same "give it up" from tnc same clever guide 
To the section, etc. 

Same tumble-down on the same 'idden farm. 
Same white-eyed Kaffir 'oo gives the alarm . ~ 
OJtht section, etc. 

Same shootin' wild at the end o* the night, 
Same flyin'-tackle an* same messy fight, 
By the section, etc. 

Same ugly 'iccup an' same 'orrid squeal. 
When it's too dark to see an' it's too late to feel 
In the section, etc. 

(Same batch of prisoners, 'airy an' still, 
Watchin' their comrades bolt over the 'ill 
From the section, etc.) 

Same chiHy glare in the eye of the sun 
As 'e gets up displeasured to sec what was done 
By the section, etc 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 533 

me splash o' pink on the stoep or the kraal, 
1' the same quiet face which 'as finished with all 
In the section^ the pompom^ an* six ^undred men. 

it 0* the wildemesSy dusty an* dry 

{Timey ah* *igh time to be trekkin* again /) 

is it *eads to the Detail Supply ? 

A section^ a pompom^ an* six *undred men. 


. . On ihe — ih instant a mixed detachment of Colonials left for 

Town, there to rejoin their respective homeward-^ound contingents , after 

months* service in the field. They were escorted to the station by the 

r troops \n garrison and the bulk of Colonel *s column^ which has just 

in to refit ^ preparatory to further operations. The leave-taking was of the 
ordial character, the men cheering each other continuously. 

— ^Any Newspaper, during the South African War. 

E^VE rode and fought and ate and drunk as rations 

come to hand, 
tther for a year and more around this stinkin' land: 
you are goin' home again, but we must see it through, 
leedn't tell we liked you well. Good-bye — good luck to 


'ad no special call to come, and so you doubled out, 
learned us how to camp and cook an' steal a horse and 

itcver game we fancied most, you joyful played it too, 
rather better on the whole. Good-bye — good luck to 

•re isn't much we 'ave n't shared, since Kruger cut and run, 
■ same old work, the same old skofF^ the same old dust and 



TWe Mme old chance that iaid us out, or winked an' let 01 

Hw aunc old life, the same old Death. Good-bye— gtod I 

luck to you! I 

Our blood 'as truly mixed with yours — all down tbe Rot 

Cross train. 

We've bit the same tl: tcr in BIoeming-typhoidlHit, 

WeSe 'ad the same old imrc — the same relapses too, 

Tie mnc old saw-l ver-chart. Good-bvc— good 

hjck to ]f"ou! 

Ikxt *t Was n*t merely this an" that (which all the world mif 

Twas how you talked an' looked at things which m«de « 

like you so. 
All independent, queer an' odd, but most amazin' new, 
My word! you ^ook us up to rights. Good-bye— gcxl 

luck to you! 

TUnk o' the stories round the fire, the tales along the tret-" 
O* Calgary an' WcUin'ton, an' Sydney and Quebec; 
Of nuite an' fann. an' ranch an' run, an' moose an' cariboo. 
An* p«\uts peckin' lambs to death! Good-bye — good luck 
to youl 

We've seen >-our 'ome by word o' mouth, we've watched y<»' 

rivrrs shine, 
We've 'card your bloomin' forests blow of eucalip' and pi^i 
Your young, gay countries north an' south, we ^1 we o*" 

'em t<x>. 
For the>- was made by rank an' file. Good-bye — good la^ 

Well ne^-er read the papers now without inquirin' fiist 
For word from all those friendly dcMps where you w«s tx^** 
an' nursed. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 535 

r, Dawson, Galle, an' Montreal — Port Darwin — ^Timaru, 
jr're only just across the road! Good-bye — good luck 
to you! 


d-bye! — So-long! Don't lose yourselves — nor us, nor all 
kind friends, 

tell the girls your side the drift we're comin* — when it 

d-bye, you bloomin' Atlases! You've taught us some- 
thin' new: 

world's no bigger than a kraaL Good-bye — good luck 
to you! 

{Made Yeomanry towards End of Boer fFar) 

QNLY two African kopjes, 

Only the cart-tracks that wind 
Empty and open between 'em, 

O^ly the Transvaal behind; • 

Only an Aldershot column 

Marching to conquer the land . . • 
Only a sudden and solemn 

Visit, unarmed, to the Rand. 

Then scorn not the African kopje, 

The kopje that smiles in the heat, 
The wholly unoccupied kopje, 

The home of Cornelius and Piet. 
You can never be sure of your kopje, 

But of this be you blooming well sure, 
A kopje is always a kopje. 

And a Boojer is always a Boer! 


MmivA iRaK- tmk on hs ^de^ 
lleaka*! ■■mang kopje. 

Qilr the doR of their vlmfa. 
Only » tcfced CCTWPimdo, 

CMt cnr gam at dKtr hedi . . . 
Oi^ a Btde bnlKmR, 

Osly anunral fcvt^ 
Aitr "by sectioos ledre," 

CWt "regret to report!" 

Tbra mock not the Aftkan kofjcj 
Eqicciallj' irben it is twins. 

One sharp and one taUe-toppcd kopje 
For that's where the trooUe befpia. 

You never roi he, etc 

Only two African kopjes 
Baited the same as before — 

Only we've had it » often, 
Only we're taUi^ no took . . . 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 537 

Only a wave to our troopers. 

Only our flanks swinging past. 
Only a dozen voorloopers,^ 

Only WtfVe learned it at last! 

Then mock not the African kopje. 

But take off your hat to the same. 
The patient, impartial old kopje. 

The kopje that taught us the game! 
For all that we knew in the Columns, 

And all they've forgot on the Staff, 
We learned at the Fight o' Two Kopjes, 

Which lasted two years an' a half. 

O mock not the African kopje. 

Not even when peace has been signed — 
The kopje that isn't a kopje — 

The kopje that copies its kind. 
You can never be sure of your kopje, 

But of this be you blooming well sure. 
That a kopje is always a kopje. 

And a Boojer is always a Boer! 


{Non-commissioned Officers of the Line) 

AT TIMES when under cover I 'ave said. 
To keep my spirits up an' raise a laugh, 
'Earin 'im pass so busy over-'ead — 
Old. Nickel-Neck, '00 is n't on the Staff — 
" There's one above is greater than us all,* 

^ Leading horseman of the enemy. 


Before 'im I 'ave seen my Colonel fall, 
An' watched 'im write my Captain's epitaph, 
So that a long way off it could be read — 
He 'ns the knack o' makin" men feel small- 
Old A'histle Tip, 'oo is n't on the Staff. 

RSE ^^1 

The ■ ■ " ■ 

(I 'ave fled). 



An' . 

■r man instead 


speshual — 


on the Staff. 

An* thi matograph. 

Now tl.. ', I recall 

The peevisn voice .. y mushroom 'ead 

• Of 'im we owned was greater than us all, 
'Oo give instruction to the quick an' the dead— 
The Shuddcrin' Beggar — not upon the Staff! 

{Infantry Columns) 

VX^E'RE foot — slog — slog — slog — sloggin' over Afrid' 

Foot — foot — foot — foot — sloggin' over Africa — 

(Boots — boots — boots — boots — movin* up and down agiin!) 

There's no discharge in the war! 

Seven — six — eleven — five — nine-an'- twenty mile to-day- 
Four — eleven— seventeen — thirty-two the day before — 
(Boots — boots — boots — boots — movin' up and down again" 
There's no discharge in the war! 

Don't— don't— don't — don't — look atwhat'sin frontof }■'*' 
(Boots — boots — boots — boots^movin' up an* down ag»iW' 
Men — men — men — men — men go mad with watchin' 'ciH' 
An* there's no discharge in the war! 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 188&-1918 539 

J — try — try — to think o' something different — 
— God — ^kcep — me from goin' lunatic ! 
-boota — boots — boots — movin' up an' down again!) 
There's no discharge in the war! 

count — count — count — the bullets in the bandoliers. 
' — eyes — drop — they will get atop o* you 
-boots — boots — boots — movin' up and down again) — 
There's no discharge la the war! 

I — stick — out — 'unger, thirst, an' weariness, 
t — not — not — wot the chronic sight of *em — 
3oots — boots — boots — ^movin* up an' down again. 
An' there's no discharge in the war! 

-so — bad — by — day because o' company, 
jht — brings — ^long — strings — o' forty thousand mil- 

xx>ts — boots — t)oots — movin' up an' down again. 
There's no discharge in the war! 

-marched — eix — ^wedcs in 'E41 an' certify 

lot — fire — devils — dark or anything, 

ots — boots — boots — boots — movin' up an' down 


An' there's no discharge in the war! 


{Reservist of the Line) 

T^HE bachelor *e fights for one 

As joyful as can be; 
But the married man don't call it fun. 
Because 'e fights for three — 


i or tm isl' Et an' It 

{Art T«o MO One nuke Three) 
*E vaius IS finaii "a Btdc bit. 

An *c vaats to so 'obk to "a tea! 

1 "he ***»*■ fc* pokes ap 'is 'ead 

VL. . . Hcs down instead, 

A* *K ig)>t$ come on, 

1 hit 

. % Ettlcbit, 

— ' - 'omc to "is tea. 

To %kt anodKr dajr; 
Bat die married man, 'e says "No fear!** 

'E wants too out of tlte way 
Of Im an* 'Er an' It 

(An* *is road to *is brm or die sea), 
*£ wants to finish *is fittk lut, 

Aa 'e wants to go 'ome to *is tea. 

The bachelor 'e fi^ts *is fi^t 

An' stretches oat an* sochvs; 
But the married man sits up all night — 

For 'e don't like out-o'-doon. 
*E11 strain an' listen an' peer 

An* give the first alarm — 
For the sake o' the breathin* 'e's used to 'eir 

An' the 'ead on the thick of *is arm. 

The bachelor may risk *is 'ide 
To 'cip you when jrou're downed; 

But the married man will wait bende 
Till the ambulance comes round. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 541 

'E'll take your 'ome address 

An* all you've rime to say, 
Or if 'e sees there's 'ope, 'e'U press 

Your art'ry 'alf the day — 

For 'Im an' 'Er an' It 

(An' One from Three leaves Two), 
For 'e knows you wanted to finish your bit, 

An' 'e knows 'oo's wantin' you. 
Yes, 'Im an' 'Er an' It 

(Our *oly One in Three), 
We're all of us anxious to finish our bit. 

An* we want to get 'ome to our tea! 

Yes, It an' 'Er an' *Im, 

Which often makes me think 
The married man must sink or swim 

An' — 'e can't afford to sink! 
Oh 'Im an' It an' 'Er 

Since Adam an' Eve began! 
So I'd rather fight with the bachel^ 

An' be nursed by the married man! 


{New South Wales Contingent) 

^MELLS are surer than sounds or sights 
To make your heart-strings crack — 
They start those awful voices o' nights 

That whisper, "Old man, come back!" 
That must be why the big things pass 

And the little things remain, 
Like the smell of the wattle by Lichtenberg, 

Riding in, in the rain. 


There was some silly fire on the flank 

^nd the small wet tlrizzling down — 
There were the sold-out shops and the bank 

And the wet, wide-open town; 
ytiid we were doing escort-duty 

To somebody's baggage-train. 
And I smelt wattle by Lichtenberg — 

Riding in, in the rain. 

It was all Australia to me — 

All I had found or missed: 
Every face I was crazy to see, 

And every woman I'd kissed: 
All that I should n't ha' done, God knows! 

(As He knows I'll do it again), 
That smell of the wattle round Litchtcnbcrg, 

Riding in, in the rain! 

And I saw Sydney the same as ever. 

The picnics and brass-bands; 
And my Httlc homestead on Hunter River 

And my new vines joining hands. 
It all came over me in one act 

Quick as a shot through the brain — 
With the smell of the wattle round Lichtenbc^, 

Riding in, in the rain. 

I have forgotten a hundred fights. 

But one I shall not forget — 
With the raindrops bunging up my sights 

And my eyes bunged up with wet; 
And through the crack and the stink of the cordite 

(Ah Christ! My country again!) 
The smell of the wattle by Ijcntcnberg, 

Riding in, in the rain! 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 543 


{Composite Columns) 

yHE General 'card the firin* on the flank, 

An' 'e sent a mounted man to bring *im back 
The silly, pushin* person's name an' rank 

'Oo'd dared to answer Brother Boer's attack: 
For there might 'ave been a serious engagement, 

An' 'e might 'ave wasted *alf a dozen men; 
So 'e order^ 'im to stop 'is operations rpund the kopjes. 
An' 'e told 'im oS before the Staff at ten ! 

And it all goes into the laundry. 
But it never comes out in the wash, 
'Ow we're sugared about by the old men 
('Eavy-stemed amateur old men!) 
That 'amper an' 'inder an' scold men 
For fear o' Stellenbosh! 

The General 'ad " produced a great effect," 

The General 'ad the country cleared — almost; 
The General '' 'ad no reason to expect," 

And the Boers 'ad us bloomin' well on toast! 
For we might 'ave crossed the drift before the twilight, 

Instead o' sitting down an' takin' root; 
But we was not allowed, so the Boojers scooped the crowd, 

To the last survivin' bandolier an' boot. 

The General saw the farm'ouse in 'is rear. 
With its stoep so nicely shaded from the sun; 

Sez 'e, "I'll pitch my tabernacle 'ere," 
An' 'e kept us muckin' round till 'e 'ad done. 


For 'c might 'avc caught the confluent pneumonia 

From sleepin' in his gaiters in the dew; 
So 'e took a ix)ok an' dozed while the other columns do8 

And Dc Wet's commando out an' trickled through! 

The General saw the mountain-range ahead. 

With -•- ■-■'•-"■ -i">- "-' — "cy on the 'eight. 

So 'e 'e-_ d instead, 

An' telegi would n't fight. 

For 'e mijr»«i lyed 'em with a pompom, 

Or 'e m adron out to see- 
But 'e was n them 'igh an' 'ostile kranza- 

He was m < < a K. C. B 

The General got 'is decc. i thick 

(The men that backed is lies could not complain), 
The Staff 'ad D. S. O.'s till we was sick, 

An' the soldier — 'ad the work to do again! 
For 'e might 'ave known the District was an 'otbed, 

Instead of 'andin' over, upside-down. 
To a man 'oo 'ad to fight 'alf a year to put it right, 

While the General went an' slandered 'im in town! 

An' it all went into the laundry, 
But it never came out in the wash. 
We were sugared about by the old men 
(Panicky, perishin' old men) 
That 'amper an' 'indcr an" scold men 
For fear o' Steilenbosh! 


(Non-commissioned Officers in Charge of Prisonen) 

\\^HEN by the labour of my 'ands 

I've 'elped to pack a transport tight 
With prisoners for foreign lands. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 54.5 

I ain't transported with delight. 
I know it's only just an' right. 

But yet it somehow sickens me, 
For I 'ave learned at Waterval 

The meanin* of captivity. 

Be'ind the pegged barb-wire strands. 

Beneath the tall electric light. 
We used to walk in bare-'ead bands, 
Explainin' 'ow we lost our fight; 
An' that is what they'll do to-night 
Upon the steamer out at sea, 
If I 'ave learned at Waterval 
The meanin' of captivity. 

They II never know the shame that brands — 
Black shame no livin* down makes white — 
The mockin' from the sentry-stands, 
The women's laugh, the gaoler's spite. 
We are too bloomin'-much polite. 

But that is 'ow I'd *ave us be . . . 
Since I 'ave learned at Waterval 
The meanin* of captivity. 

They'll get those draggin' days all right, 

Spent as a foreigner commands, 
An' 'orrors of the locked-up night, 
With 'Ell's own thinkin' on their 'ands. 
I'd give the gold o' twenty Rands 
(If it was mine) to set 'em free 
For I 'ave learned at Waterval 
The meanin' of captivity! 


{Rsguhar of the Line) 

T DO not love my Empire's foes. 

Nor call 'em angels; still. 
What is the sense of 'atin' those 

'Oom you are paid to kill? 
So, barrin' all that foreign lot 
Which only joined for spite. 
Myself, Fd just as soon as not 
Respect the man I fight. 
Ah there, Piet! — 'is trousles to 'is knees, 
'Is coat-taib lyin' level in the buUet-sprinkled breen; 
'E does not lose 'is rifle an' 'e does not lose 'is seat, 
Tve known a lot o' people ride a dam' sight worse dun 

I've 'card *im cryin* from the ground 

Like Abel's blood of old, 
An' skirmished out to look, an' found 

The beggar nearly cold. 
I've waited on till 'e was dead 

(Which couldn't 'elp 'im much). 
But many grateful things 'e 's said 
To me for doin' such. 

Ah there, Piet! whose time 'as come to die, 

'Is carcase past rebellion, but 'is eyes inquirin' why. 

Though dressed in stolen uniform with badge o' nuik 

I've known a lot o' fellers go a dam' ught worse than 

An* when there was n't aught to do 

But camp and cattle-guards, 
I've fought with 'im the 'ole day through 

At fifteen 'undred yards; 


iftemoons o' lyin' still, 
'earin' as you lay 
lUets swish from 'ill to 'ill 
scythes among the 'ay. 
Ii there, Piet! — be'ind 'is stony kop. 
1th 'is Boer bread an' biltong,^ an' 'is flask of awful 

} Mauser for amusement an' 'is pony for retreat, 
ire known a lot o' fellers shoot a dam' sight worse 

than Piet. 

loved 'is rifle 'neath my nose 

ire I'd time to think, 

rrowed all my Sunday do'es 

sent me 'ome in pink; 

ave crept (Lord, 'ow I've crept!) 

1 'ands an' knees I've gone, 

oored and floored and caught and kept 

sent him to Ceylon ! 

1 there, Piet! — you've sold me many a pup, 

hen week on week alternate it was you an' me ** 'ands 

It though I never made you walk man-naked in the 

■re known a lot of fellows stalk a dam' sight worse than 


?lewman's to Marabastad, 
n Ookiep to De Aar, 
my trusty friend 'ave 'ad, 
ou might say, a war; 
sin' what both parties done 
•re 'e owned defeat, 
more proud of 'avin' won, 
1 1 am pleased with Piet. 

^ Dried meat. * Cape brandy. 


Ah there, Pietl — picked up be'ind the drive! 
The wonder wasn't 'ow 'c fought, but 'ow 'c kep' aE»t, 
With nothin' in 'is belly, on 'is back, or to 'is feet— 
I've known a lot o' men behave a dam' sight tor 
than Piet. 

No more III 'ear 'is rifle crack 

Aloi^ the block'ousc fence — , 

The bcsgu's on the peaceful tack, 

Regardless of expense; 
For countin' what 'e eats an' draws, 

An' gifts an' loans as well, . 

'£'s gettin' 'alf the Earth, because 
'E didn't give us 'Ell! 
Ah there, E^et! with your brand-new Ei^ish plou^ 
Your gratis tents an' cattle, an' your most ungrsteftl 

You've made the British taxpayer rebuild your country- 
scat — 
I've known some pet battalions charge a dam' sight lew 
than PieL 



"TpHERE is a world outside the one you know, 

To which for curiousness 'EU can't compare- 
It is the place where " wilful-mi ssings " go. 
As we can testify, for we are there. 

You may 'ave read a bullet laid us low. 
That we was gathered in "with reverent care' 

And buried proper. But it was not so. 
As we can testify, — for we are there! 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 549 

They can't be certain — faces alter so 

After the old aasvogel* 's 'ad 'is share. 
The uniform 's the mark by which they go — 

And — ain't it odd? — the one we best can spare. 

We might 'ave seen our chance to cut the show — 
Name, number, record, an' begin elsewhere — 

Leavin' some not too late-lamented foe 
One funeral — private — British — for *is share. 

We may *ave took it yonder in the Low t 
Bush-veldt that sends men stragglin' unaware 

Among the Kaffirs, till their columns go. 
An' they are left past call or count or care. 

We might *ave been your lovers long ago, 
IJsbands or children — comfort or despair. 

Our death {fitC burial) settles all we owe, 
An' why we done it is our own affair. 

Marry again, and we will not say no, 
Nor come to barstardise the kids you bear. 

Wait on in 'ope — you've all your life below 
Before you'll ever 'ear us on the stair. 

There is no need to give our reasons, though 
Gawd knows we all 'ad reasons which were fair; 

But other people might not judge 'em so — 
And now it doesn't matter what they were. 

What man can weigh or size another's woe? 

There are some things too bitter 'ard to bear. 
Suffice it we 'ave finished — Domino! 

As we can testify, for we are there. 
In the side-world where "wilful-missings" go. 

* Vulture. 



'T'HERE is a wad you often wet, pwnoaiice it u f* 


You bike/' **yoa bykwee,'' ''nbbikwe"— dhidiii' tol.^ 
It serves *Qrsc, Fieldt an' Garrison as motto for a attt. 
An' when ]rou've found out all it means I'll tell yoa 'alf tk 
rest* 9 

Ubique means the hmg-range Knipp belnd the hnv-naff 

Ubique means you'll pick it up an'» while you do, stsod idl 
Ubique means you've caught the flash an' timed it by tk 

Ubique means five gunners' 'ash before you've loosed t 


Ubique means Blue Fuse/ an' make the 'ole to sink the tniL 
Ubique means stand up an' take the Mauser's 'alf-mile 'ail 
Ubique means the crazy team not God nor man can 'old. 
Ubique means that 'orse's scream which turns your inntrds 

Ubique means "Bank, 'Olbom, Bank — a penny all the 

way — 
The soothin', jingle-bump-an'-clank from day to peaceful 

Ubique means "They've caught De Wet, an' now we sha n t 

be long." 
Ubique means "I much regret, the beggar's goin' strong!" 

* Extreme range 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 551 

Ubique means the tearin' drift where, breech-blocks jammed 

with mud. 
The khaki muzzles duck an' lift across the khaki flood. 

Ubique means the dancing plain that changes rocks to Boers. 

Ubique means the mirage again an' shellin' all outdoors. 

Ubique means "Entrain at once for Grootdefeatfontein**! 
Ubique means "OfF-load your guns" — at midnight in the 

Ubique means "More mounted men. Return all guns 

to store." 
Ubique means the R. A. M. R. Infantillery Corps! 

Ubique means that wamin' grunt the perished linesman 

When o'er 'is strung an' sufFerin' front the shrapnel sprays 'is 

An' as their firin' dies away the 'usky whisper runs 
From lips that 'ave n't drunk all day: "The Guns! Thank 

Gawd, the Guns!" 

Extreme, depressed, point-blank or short, end-first or any'ow. 
From Colesberg Kop to Quagga's Poort — from Ninety-Nine 

till now — 
By what I've 'eard the others tell an' I in spots 'ave seen, 
There's nothin' this side 'Eaven or 'Ell Ubique does n't mean ! 


{All Arms) 

DEIACE is declared, an' I return 

To 'Ackneystadt, but not the same; 
Things 'ave transpired which made me learn 
The size and meanin' of the game. 

"S ¥EBE 

V/ Btt 




ic COOK to 

concexc ovtt on die ok 

X rsTTii 33SKT be applsed), 
Pie -^yajtrn*? or x hkxxmsi sooL 

XV. •'^^7 A. -TJ7' - 

Px-r.-? Viica the aoooshine turns to sea, 
Mcunrai:^ wifsA never let Toa near, 

.\2' scar^ ro iR etemitr; 
An' dre cuick-fcreathm' dart that fills 
"he 'ciJcvs of the wikiemess^ 

the wind worries through the *ills— 
rr.xv 'ave tausiht mc more or less. 

Towns w::hout people, ten times took. 

An* rtn nmes left an' burned at last; 
An' starv-in* dogs that come to look 

For owr.ers when a column passed; 
An' quiet, 'omesick talks between 

Men, met bv ni^t, vou never knew 
Until — is face — bv shellfirc seen — 

Once — an' struck off. Thty taught mc too- 


The day's lay-out — the mornin* sun 

Beneath your *at-brim as you sight; 
The dinner-*ush from noon till one, 

An' the full roar that lasts till night; 
An' the pore dead that look so old 

An' was so young an hour ago. 
An' legs tied down before they're cold — 

These are the things which make you know. 

Also Time runnin' into years — 

A thousand Places left be'ind — 
An' Men from both two 'emispheres 

Discussin' things of every kind; 
So much more near than I 'ad known, 

So much more great than I 'ad guessed — 
An' me, Jike all the rest, alone — 

But reachin' out to all the rest! 

So 'ath it come to me — not pride. 

Nor yet conceit, but on the 'ole 
(If such a term may be applied). 

The makin's of a bloomin' soul. 
But now, discharged, I fall away 

To do with little things again. . 
Gawd, 'oo knows all I cannot say. 

Look after me in Thamesfontein!* 

If England was what England seems ^ 
An^ not the England of our dreams^ 

But only putty ^ brass^ an^ painty 

'Ow quick we'd chuck 'er ! But she ain't! 




^ITIES anJ Thrones and Powers, 

Stand in Timt's eye. 
Almost as long as flowers ^ 

a^bUh daily dU: 
But, as new buds j>ut forth 

To glad new men. 
Out of the spent and unconsidered Earth, 

The Cities rise again. 

This season's DaffadH, 

She never hears, 
fFhai change, what chance, what chiil. 

Cut down last year's; • 

But with boid eountenartce. 

And knowledge small. 
Esteems her seven days' continuance. 

To be perpetual. 

So Time that is o'er-kinJt 

Ordains ut e'en as Nind, 

As bold as she: 
That in our very death. 

And burial sure. 
Shadow to shadow, well persuaded, saith, 

" See how our works endure!" 


\ AM the land of their fathers. 

n me the virtue stays. 
I will bring bade my children, 
After certain days. 


In T\ 


Under their feet in the grasses 
My clinging magic runs. 
They shall return as strangers. 
They shall remain as sons. 

Over their heads in the branches 
Of their new-bought, ancient trees, 
I weave an incantation 
And draw them to my knees. 

Scent of smoke in the evening. 
Smell of rain in the night — 
The hours, the days and the seasons. 
Order their souls aright, 

nil I make plain the meaning 
Of all my thousand years — 
Till I fill their hearts with knowledge. 
While I fill their eyes with tears. 


CEE you the ferny ride that steals 

Into the oak*woods far? 
O that was whence they hewed the keels 
That rolled to Trafalgar. 

And mark you where the ivy clings 
To Bayham's mouldering walls? 
O there we cast the stout railings 
That stand around St. Paul's. 

See you the dimpled track that runs 
All hollow through the wheat? 
O that was where they hauled the guns 
That smote King Philip's fleet. 


(Out of the Weald, the secret Wedd, 
Men sent in ancient years. 
The horse-shoes red at Flodden Fidd, 
The arrows at Poitiers!) 

See you our little mill that clacks. 
So busy by die btook? 
She has ground her com and paid her tax 
Ever since Domesday Book. 

See you our stilly woods of oak. 
And the dread ditch beside? 
O that was where the Saxons hndce 
On the day that Hardd died. 

See you the windy levels spread 
About the gates of Rye? 
O that was where the Northmen fled. 
When Alfred's ships came by. 

See you our pastures wide and lone. 
Where the red oxen browse? 
O there was a City thronged and known, 
Ere London boasted a house. 

And see you, after rain, the trace 
Of mound and ditch and wall? 
O that was a Legion's camping-place, 
When Csesar sailed from Gaul. 

And see you marks that show and fade, 
Like shadows on the Downs? 
O they are the lines the Flint Men made, 
To guard their wondrous towns. 

Trackway and Camp and City lost, 
Salt Marsh where now is corn — 


Old Wars, old Peace, old Arts that cease. 
And so was England born! 

She is not any common Earth, 
Water or wood or air. 
But Merlin's Isle of Gramarye, 
Where you and I will fare! 


THEY shut the road through the woods 

Seventy years ago. 
Weather and rain have undone it again. 
And now you would never know 
There was once a road through the woods 
Before they planted the trees. 
It is underneath the coppice and heath, 
And the thin anemones. 
Only the keeper sees 
That, where the ring-dove broods. 
And the badgers roll at ease. 
There was once a road through the woods. 

Yet, if you enter the woods 

Of a sununer evening late. 

When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools 

Where the otter whistles his mate. 

They fear not men in the woods. 

Because they see so few 

You will hear the beat of a horse's feet. 

And the swish of a skirt in the dew, 

Steadily cantering through 

The misty solitudes. 

As though they perfectly knew 

The old lost road through the woods. . . . 

But there is no road through the woods. 




T*M JUST in lore with all then tilfce. 

The Weald and the Marah and die Down cooade. 
Nor I don't know which I knvc die moat» 
The Weald or the Marah or the white Chalk ooaitl 

Fve buried my heart in a ferny hill, 
Tirac* a fiddle km ahaw an* a gpeat high gilL 
Oh hop-bine yaller an' wood-amdce Uue» 
I reckon you*li keep her middling trael 

I've loosed my mind ibr to oat and ran 
On a Marsh that was old when Kings bc^un. 
Oh Romney Level and Brenzett reeds, 
I reckon you know what my mind needs 1 

Fve given my soul to the Southdown grass, 
And sheep-bells tinkled where you pass. 
Oh Firle an' Ditchling an' sails at sea, 
I reckon you keep my soul for mel 


'T^HE Weald is good, the Downs are hesh- 
r II give you the run of 'em^ East to West. 
Beachy Head and Winddoor Hill, 
They were once and they are still. 
Firle, Mount Cabum and Mount Harry 
Go back as far as sums '11 carry. 
Ditchling Beacon and Chanctonbury Ring> 
They have looked on many a thing, 

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And what those two have missed between 'em, 

I reckon Truleigh Hill has seen 'em. 

Highden, Bignor and Duncton Down 

Knew Old England before the Crown. 

Linch Down, Treyford and Sunwood 

Knew Old England before the Flood; 

And when you end on the Hampshire side — 

Butser's old as Time and Tide. 

The Downs are sheepy the Weali is corriy 

You he glad you are Sussex bom ! 



WAS very well pleased with what I knowed, 

I reckoned myself no fool — 
Till I met with a maid on the Brookland Road, 
That turned me back to school. 

Low down — low down ! 
Where the liddle preen lanterns shine — 
maidsy Pve done with *ee all but oncy 
And she can never be mine ! 

*Twas right in the middest of a hot June night. 
With thunder duntin' round. 
And I see'd her face by the fairy light 
That beats from off the ground. 

She only smiled and she never spoke. 
She smiled and went away; 
But when she'd gone my heart was broke 
-And my wits was clean astray. 


O, stop your ringing andlet me be — 
Let be, 6 BrookJand bells! 
You 11 ring Old Goodmaji^ out of the sea. 
Before I wed one else ! 


Old Goodman's Farm is rank sea-sand^ 
And was this t*'""«""id year; 
But it shall tu; ich plough-land 

Before I chi iear. 

O, Fairfield ( i water-bound 

Fnm witomn to ' ^ring; 
•But it sliall turn ^ hill-ground 
Before my bells ao ti ig. 

O, leave me walk on booUand Road. 
In die diunder and vann rain — 
O, leave roe look where my lore goed. 
And p'laps III see her again! 

inert the lUJUgrtem Imterns shine— 
mMJj, Fat Jome with 'ee ail hit one, 
Jmd she CMM never be mitu 1 


^TRANGERS drawn fton tlte ends of the eaith, jewel 

and plumed wetc we; 
1 was Lord of the laca noe, and she was Queen of the S 
I'ndcr the stars beyond our stars where the new-foiged me 

HvtHy we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago! 

■EaH Gwhria of tfe Goodwia SuMbf 

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^neath high Valhalla Hall the well-tuned horns beginy 
n the swords are out in the underworld^ and the weary Gods 

come in. 
through high Valhalla Gate the Patient Angel goes 
)pens the eyes that are blind with hate — he joins the hands 

of foes. 

t of the stars was under our feet, glitter of stars above — 
cks of our wrath dropped reeling down as we fought and 

we spumed and we strove. 
Ids upon worlds we tossed aside, and scattered them to 

and fro, 
night that we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago! 

' are forgiven as they forgive all those dark wounds and deep y 
r beds are made on the Lap of Time and they lie down and 

' ^Te forgiven as they forgive all those old wounds that bleed. 
' shut their eyes from their worshippers; they sleep till the 

world has need. 

with the star I had marked for my own — I with my set 

desire — 
in the loom of the Night of Nights — lighted by worlds 

afire — 
in a war against the Gods where the headlong meteors 

ing our way to Valhalla, a million years ago! 

i mil come back — come back again^ as long as the red Earth 

never wasted a leaf or a tree. Do you think He would squan^ 

der souls ? 




"MOW we are come to our Kingdom, 
■'■^ And the State is thus and thus; 
Oor legioos wait at the Palace gate- 
Little it profits us. 
jVffS «v «« re«tf to our Kingdom ! 

Now we are come to our Kingdom, 

And the Crown is ours to take — 

VTith s naked sword at the Council \>oati, " 

And nnder the throne the snake. 

Norn «gr m* eomt la our KiagJtm ! 

No»' we arc cwne to our Kingdom, 

And the Realm is outs by right. 

With shame and fear for our daily cheer, 

And heaviness at night. 

Norn we mt tome taturKiii^'iam! 

Now we are come to our Kingdcun, 

But my love's eyelids f*U. 

All that I wrought for, all that I fought for, 

Delight her nodiinf u '^ 

My crown is of witfiered leaves. 

For she ata in the duat and grieves. 

NoTB we are come to our Kingdom I 


I CLOSED and drew for my love's sake 

That now is false K> me. 
And I slew the Reiver of Tarrant Moss 
And set Dumeny free. 

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They have gone down, they have gone down, 
They are standing all arow — 
Twenty knights in the peat-water. 
That never struck a blow! 

Their armour shall not dull nor rust. 
Their flesh shall not decay. 
For Tarrant Moss holds them in trust. 
Until the Judgment Day. 

Their soul went from them in their youth. 
Ah God, that mine had gone, 
Whenas I leaned on my love's truth 
And not on my sword alone! 

Whenas I leaned on lad's belief 
And not on my naked blade — 
And I slew a thief, and an honest thief. 
For the sake of a worthless maid. 

They have laid the Reiver low in his place. 
They have set me up on high, 
But the twenty knights in the peat-water 
Are luckier than I ! 

•And ever they give me gold and praise 

^nd ever I mourn my loss — 

^OT I struck the blow for my false love's sake 

-And not for the Men of the Moss! 



(a. d. 1066) 

I FCXXOWED mr Duke ere I wm a bra. 

To take fraa Eo^and fief awl ke; 
Bot DOW this game is ibe other way ovtr- 
Bat now Kw gt^w^ hath takffii mel 

I had 107 hofse, 017 dueld and banner, 
And a bo7*i heart, ao iriiale and free; 

But now I nng in anodwr manner — 
Bat now Ei^^and hath taken me! 

As for my Father in his tower. 
Asking news of my ship at sea. 

He will remember his own hour — 
Tell him England hath taken me! 

As for my Mother in her bower. 
That rules my Father so cunnii^ly, 

She will remember a muden's power- 
Tell her England hath taken me! 

As for my Brother in Rouen City, 
A nimble and naughty page ia he. 

But he will come to sufFer and pity — 
Tell him England hath taken me! 

As for my litde Sister wuting 

In the pleasant orchards of NormandiCi 

Tell her youth is the time for mating— 
Tell her Ei^land hath taken me! 

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As for my comrades in camp and highway. 

That lift their eyebrows scornfully. 
Tell them their way is not my way — 

Tell them England hath taken me! 

Kings and Princes and Barons famed. 
Knights and Captains in your degree; 

Hear me a little before I am blamed — 
Seeing England hath taken me I 

Howso great man's strength be reckoned, 

There are two things he cannot flee. 
Love is the first, and Death is the second — 

And Love in England hath taken me! 


(a. d. 1200) 

ryP ALL the trees that grow so fair. 

Old England to adorn. 
Greater are none beneath the Sun, 

Than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn. 
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs, 

(All of a Midsummer morn!) 
Surely we sing no little thing. 

In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn! 

Oak of the Clay lived many a day, 

Or ever ^neas began. 
Ash of the Loam was a lady at home. 

When Brut was an outlaw man. 
Thorn of the Down saw New Troy Town 

(From which was London born); 
'Witness hereby the ancientry 

Of Oak, and Ash, and Thorn 1 


Yew that is old in church yard -mould. 

He breedeth a mighty bow. 
Alder for shoes do wise men choose. 

And beech for cups also. 
But when ye have killed, and your bow! is spilltd, 

And your shoes are clean outworn. 
Back ye must speed for all that ye need, 

To Oak, and Ash, and Thorn! 

Ellum she hateth mankind, and waiteth 

Till every gust be laid, 
To drop a limb on the head of him 

That anyway trusts her shade: 
But whether a lad be sober or sad, 

Or mellow with ale from the horn, 
He will take no wrong when he lieth along 

'Neath Oak, and Ash, and Thorn! 

Oh, do not tell the Priest our plight, 
Or he would call it a sin; 

But — we have been out in the woods all night, 
A-conjuring Summer in! 

And we bring you news by word of mouth- 
Good news for cattle and corn — 

Now is the Sun come up from the South, 
With Oak, and Ash, and Thorn ! 

Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs 
(All of a Midsummer morn) ! 

England shall bide till Judgment Tide, 
By Oak, and Ash, and Thorn! 

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^HE rain it rains without a stay 
In the hills above us, in the hills; 
And presently the floods break way 

Whose strength is in the hills. 
The trees they suck from every cloud. 
The valley brooks they roar aloud — 
Bank-high for the lowlands, lowlands. 

Lowlands under the hills! 

The first wood down is sere and small. 

From the hills — the brishings off the hills; 
And then come by the bats and all 

We cut last year in the hills; 
And then the roots we tried to cleave 
But found too tough and had to leave— 
Poldng through the lowlands, lowlands. 
Lowlands under the hills! 

The eye shall look, the ear shall hark 
To the hills, the doings in the hills. 
And rivers mating in the dark 
With tokens from the hills. 
Now what is weak will surely go, 
And what is strong must prove it so — 
Stand fast in the lowlands, lowlands. 
Lowlands under the hills! 

The floods they shall not be afraid — 
Nor the hills above 'em, nor the hills- 

Of any fence which man has made 
Betwixt him and the hills. 


The waters sKall not reckon twice 
For any work of man's device, 
But bid it down to the lowlands, lowlands, 
Lowlands under the hills! 

The floods shall sweep corruption clean- 
By the hills, the blessing of the hills— 

That more the meadows may be green 
New-mended from the hills. 

The crops and cattle shall increase, 

Nor little childern shall not cease. 

Go — plough the lowlands, lowlands, 
Lowlands under the hills! 



(Spring begins in Southern England on the 14th April, oe wUel 1^ 
Old Woman lets the Cuckoo out of her basket at MestUWd FiH* 
known *s Heffle Cuckoo Fair.) 

"T^ELL it to the locked-up trees. 

Cuckoo, bring your song here! 
Warrant, Act and Summons, please, 
For Spring to pass along Here! 
Tell old Winter, if he doubt. 
Tell him squat and square — a! 
Old Woman! 
Old Woman! 

Old Woman's let the Cuckoo out 
At Hcffle Cuckoo Faii^al 

March has searched and April tried— 

'Tlsn't long to May now. 

Not so far to Whitsuntide 

And Cuckoo's come to stay nowl 

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Hear the valiant fellow shout 

Down the orchard bare — a! 

Old Woman! 

Old Woman! 

Old Woman's let the Cuckoo out 

At Heffle Cuckoo Fair — a! 

When your heart is young and gay 

And the season rules it — 

Work your works and play your play 

'Fore the Autumn cools it! 

Kiss you turn and turn-about. 

But my lad, beware — a! 

Old Woman! 

Old Woman! 

Old Woman's let the Cuckoo out 

At Heffle Cuckoo Fair — a! 


TpAKE of English earth as much 

As either hand may rightly clutch. 

In the taking of it breathe 

Prayer for all who lie beneath. 

Not the great nor well-bespoke. 

But the mere uncounted folk 

Of whose life and death is none 

Report or lamentation. 

Lay that earth upon thy heart. 
And thy sickness shall depart! 

^t shall sweeten and make whole 
I<*evered breath and festered soul. 
It shall mightily restrain 
^)ver-busied hand and brain. 



It shall case thy mortal strife 
"Gnnst the bnmortsl woe of life^ 
Tin thjsdf, l e stme d , shall prove 
wtf what grace the Heavens do move* 

Take of Eiigpsh flowtfs 
Spcii^'s ibll-fecM primfose% 

^H i^THfii p r s ^PuH ^Nu&veafted lose* 
Aatnnui's wan4bwer of the dose^ 
Andy thy daikness to iDiiiiiei 
Winters bee-duoi^gBd nry-ldooin* 
oeeK and se^^e tBCU ivnei'e tneir diq6 
Fran Oiffd^f*^f to Christmas-tidei 
For these simples^ nsed at^^it^ 
Can ftstoie a fiufing aght. 

These shall cleanse and purify 
Webbed and inward-tuming ejre; 
These shall show diee treasure hid. 
Thy familiar fields amid; 
And reveal (which is thy need) 
Every man a King indeed! 


T SEE the grass shake in the sun for leagues on ridier hMsit 

I see a river loop and run about a ti^ess land— 
An empty plain, a steely pond, a distance diamond-dear, ^ 
And low blue naked hills beyond. And what is that to fear.' 

**Go softly by that river-wde or, when you would depart, 
You'll find its every winding tied and knotted round ytitf 

Be wary as the seasons pass, or you may ne'er outrun 
The wind that sets that yellowed grass a-shiver 'neadi tke 


INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 571 

lear the summer storm outblown — the drip of the grateful 

lar the hard trail telephohe a far-ofF horse's feet. 
lar the horns of Autumn blow to the wild-fowl overhead; 
1 1 hear the hush before the snow. And what is that to 


ike heed what spell the lightning weaves — what charm the 

echoes shape — 
\xmnd among a million sheaves, your soul shall not escape, 
home the door of summer nights lest those high planets 

memory of near delights in all the longed-for town.' 


hat need have I to long or fear? Now, friendly, I behold 
futhful seasons robe the year in silver and in gold. 
f I possess and am possessed of the land where I would be, 
the curve of half Earth's generous breast shall soothe 
and ravish me!" 


'LESSED be the English and all their ways and works. 

Cursed be the Infidels, Hereticks, and Turks!" 
nen," quo' Jobson, "but where I used to lie 
\ neither Candle, Bell nor Book to curse my brethren by: 

It a palm-tree in full bearing, bowing down, bowing down, 
I surf that drove unsparing at the brown, wailed town — 
ches in a temple, oil-lamps in a dome — 
a low moon out of Africa said: 'This way home! 

> >> 


1 be the English and all that they profess. 
Omed be the Savages that prance in nakedness!" 
"Amen," quo' jobson, "but where I used to lie 
Wm nddkcr shirt nor pantaloons to catch my brethren ■ 

"ButawtlUwheelsiowlr creaking, going round, going n 
By a wattr-channel leaking over drowned, warr 
PuTotS Tcry busy in the trellised pepper-vinc- 
And a high sun over Asia shouting: ' Rise and shiner" 

1 be the English and everything they own. 
Cunid be the Infidels that bow to wood and stone!'* 
"Amen," quo' Jobson, "but where 1 used to lie 
Was ndther pew nor Gospelleer to save my brethren by: 

" But a desert stretched and stricken, left and right, left aiJ 

Where the piled mirages thicken under white-hot light— 
A skull beneath a sand-hill and a viper coiled inside — i 
And a red wind out of Libya roaring: 'Run and hide!'" 

"Blessid be the English and all they make or do. 
Curs^ be the Hercticks who doubt that this is true!" 
"Amen," quo' Jobson, "but where I mean to die 
Is neither rule nor calliper to judge the matter by: 

"But Himalaya heavenward-heading, sheer and vast, shcf 

and v.ast, 
In a million summits bedding on the last world's past— 
A certain sacred mountain where the scented cedars climb, 
And — the feet of my Beloved hurrying back through Time' 

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OOK, you have cast out Love! What Gods arc these 

You bid me please? 
Ic Three in One, the One in Three? Not so! 
< my own Gods I go. 
t may be they shall g^ve me greater ease 
lian your cold Christ and tangled Trinities. 


ilien the earth was sick and the skies were grey, 
nd the woods were rotted with rain, 
lie Dead Man rode through the autumn day 
o visit his love again. 

3i love she neither saw nor heard, 
3 heavy was her shame; 
nd tho' the babe within her stirred 
le knew not that he came. 

The Other Man. 

ry "Murder" in the market-place, and each 

^ turn upon his neighbour anxious eyes 

Kking: "Art thou the man?" We hunted Cain 

Mne centuries ago across the world. 

his bred the fear our own misdeeds maintain 


His Wedded Wife. 

io, stalk the red deer o'er the heather, 

lide, follow the fox if you can ! 

bty for pleasure and profit together. 



ADgw me the kontiiig of Bfan — 

The chase of dbe IllI^lal^ dbe aeaidi for die Sool 

To its nun — the hundng of Man. 


*' Stopped in die struct when die race was his own 
Look at him cuttii^ it — cur to die bone!** 
Ask ere the youngster be rated and chidden 
What did he carry and how was he ridden? 
Maybe they used him too much at the start. 
Mavbe Fate s wd^t-doths are breaking his heart 


*'And some are sulky, iriuk some wiU phing^ 
( So ko ! SuaJj ! Sumd stilly you !) 
Some you must gcnde, and some you must lunge* 
( rW / Th^f ! Who wants io kill you ?) 
Some — there are losses in every trade — 
Will break their hearts ere bitted and made. 
Will hght like fiends as the rope cuts hard. 
And die dumb-mad in the breaking-yard." 

Thrown Awij. 

The World hath set its heavy yoke 
Upon the old white-bearded folk 
Who strive to please the King. 
God*s mercy is upon the young, 
God*s wisdom in the baby tongue 
That fears not anything. 

ToiTs Amenime^* 

Xot though you die to-night, O Sweet, and wail, 

A spectre at my door, 

Shall mortal Fear make Love immortal fail — 

I shall but love you more. 

Who, from Death's House returning, give me still 

One moment's comfort in my matchless ill. 

By H'ord of MouA. 

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y burnt a corpse upon the sand — 

t light shone out afar; 

luided home the plunging dhows 

it beat from Zanzibar. 

rit of Fire, where'er Thy altars rise, 

)u art the Light of Guidance to*our eyes! 

In Error. 

le with an idle whip, ride with an unused heel, 
t, once in a way, there will come a day 
ten the colt must be taught to feel 

s lash that falls, and the curb that galls, and the sting of 
the rowelled steel. 

The Conversion 0/ Aurelian McGoggin. 

iras not in the open fight 

: threw away the sword, 

t in the lonely watching 

die darkness by the ford. 

I waters lapped, the night-wind blew, 

U-armed the Fear was born and grew, 

d we were flying ere we knew 

Nn panic in the night. 

The Rout of the fThite Hussars. 

die daytime, when she moved about me, 

die night, when she was sleeping at my side, — 

^as wearied, I was wearied of her presence. 

y by day and night by night I grew to hate her — 

Nild God that she or I had died! 

The Bronckhorst Divorce Case. 

(tone's throw out on either hand 
)m that well-ordered road we tread, 
d all the world is wild and strange; 
iirl and ghoul and Djinn and sprite 


Im ike Hmm §f SmUm. 




3t tr. 



■Zftrt the bu^ijc cookd his hide, 
e .'itrt su:: £=::rrecL znd blistered and dried; 
rie r.u:ne-^nss^ hidden and lone; 
rher^ the sjrtit-rat's mounds arc strown; 
..1 the boT-k wbere the sly stream steals; 
:hit 5nbs i: the b«llv azid heels, 
:: y:c iirr or. Ji steed untried — 
it :> ti: £c wivie — gp wide! 
"^•■^ ;t 'H"'Lr rvr^ ih^ ksi men ride;- 

' •^ 

J-. ^.■▼-•/ 

n'uii! Go wider 

Cupid's Jrrtfvs, 

He drank strong waters and his speech was coarse; 

He purchased raiment and forbore to pay; 

He stuck a trusting junior with a horse. 

And won evmkhanas in a doubtful way. 

Then, 'rwixt a vice and follv, turned aside 

To do good deeds and straight to cloak them, lied. 

A Bank Fraui- 

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^y)LD is far the mistress — silver for the maid — 

Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade.** 
Xjood!" said the Baron, sitting in his hall, 
But Iron — Cold Iron — is master of them all." 

o he made rebellion 'gainst the King his liege, 
!imt>ed before his citadel and summoned it to siege. 
Nay!" said the cannoneer on the castle wall, 
But Iron — Cold Iron — shall be master of you all! 


7oe for the Baron and his knights so strong, 
Then the cruel cannon-balls laid 'em all along; 
te was taken prisoner, he was cast in thrall, 
lid Iron — Cold Iron — was master of it all! 

ct his King spake kindly (ah, how kind a Lord!) 
What if I release thee now and pve thee back thy sword?'* 
Nay!" said the Baron, "mock not at my fall, 
DT Iron — Cold Iron — is master of men all." 

Tears are for the craveny prayers are for the clown — 
"^ersfor the silly neck that cannot keep a crown** 
As my loss is grievous, so my hope is small, 
Dr Iron — Cold Iron — must be master of men all!" 

et his King made answer (few such Kings there be!) 
Here is Bread and here is Wine — sit and sup with me. 
M and drink in Mary's Name, the whiles I do recall 
ow Iron — Cold Iron — can be master of men all!" 

e took the Wine and blessed it. He blessed and brake the 

^th His own Hands He served Them, and presently He 



'<See! These Hands they jnerced with nails, oatade My dtf' 

Show Iron — Cold Iron — to be master of men all: 

"Wounds are for the desperate, blows are for the strong. 
Balm and oil for weary hearts dl cut and bruised with wrQifi 
I forgive thy treason — I redeem thy fall — 
For Iron — Cold Iron — must be master of men all!" 

" Crowns are for the oa!umi—S€epiresfor ike Mil 
Thrones mnd powers for mij^ nun vfo imre lo tmke aniUUC 
*'Nay!" said the Baron, kneeling in his hall, 
'' But Iron — Cold Iron — is master of men all! 
Iron out of Calvary is master of men alll'* 


r^H, LIGHT was the world that he weighed in his hands! 

Oh, heavy the tale of his fiefs and his lands! 
He has gone from the guddee and put on the shroud, 
And departed in guise oi bairap^ avowed! 

Now the white road to Delhi is mat for his feet. 
The sal and the kikar^ must guard him from heat 
His home is the camp, and the waste, and the crowd-' 
He is seeking the Way as bairap avowed! 

He has looked upon Man, and his eyeballs are dear— ^ 
(There was One; there is One, and but One, saith Kibi^J'-' 
The Red Mist of Doing has thinned to a cloud — 
He has taken the Path for iairap avowed! 

To learn and discern of his brother the clod, 
Of his brother the brute, and his brother the God, 
He has gone from the council and put on the shroud 
(''Can ye hear?" saith Kabir), a iairap avowed! 

^Wandering holy man. * Wayside trees. 

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QUR Lord Who did the Ox command 

To kneel to Judah's King, 
He binds His frost upon the land 

To ripen it for Spring — 
To ripen it for Spring, good sirs. 

According to His Word. 
Which well must be as ye can see — 

And who shall judge the Lord? 

When we poor fenmen skate the ice 

Or shiver on the wold. 
We hear the cry of a single tree 

That breaks her heart in the cold — 
That breaks her heart in the cold, good sirs, 

And rendeth by the board. 
Which well must be as ye can see — 

And who shall judge the Lord? 

Her wood is crazed and little worth 

Excepting as to bum. 
That we may warm and make our mirth 

Until the Spring return — 
Until the Spring return, good sirs. 

When Christians walk abroad; 
Which well must be as ye can see — 

And who shall judge the Lord? 

God bless the master of this house. 
And all who sleep therein! 

And guard the fens from pirate folk. 
And keep us all from sin. 


To walk in honesty, good sirs. 
Of thought and deed and wordi 

Which shall befriend our latter end. 
And who shall judge the Lord? 



1^ Y NEW-CUT ashlar takes the light 

Where crimson-blank the windows flare. 
By my own woik before die ni^t^ 
Great Overseer, I make my prayer* 

If there be good in diat I wrought 
Thy Hand compelled it, Master, Thine — 
Where I have fiuled to meet Thy Thought 
I know, through Thee, the blame was mine. 

The depth and dream of my desire. 
The bitter paths wherein I stray — 
Thou knowest Who hast made the Fire, 
Thou knowest Who hast made the Clay. 

Who, lest all thought of Eden fade, 
Bring'st Eden to the craftsman's brain — 
Godlike to muse o'er his own Trade 
And manlike stand with God again! 

One stone the more swings into place 
In that dread Temple of Thy worth. 
It is enough that, through Thy Grace, 
I saw nought common on Thy Earth. 

Take not that vision from my ken — 
Oh whatsoe'er may spoil or speed. 
Help me to need no aid from men 
That I may help such men as need! 

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(a. d. 687) 

£DDI, priest of St. Wilfrid 

In his chapel at Manhood End, 
Ordered a midnight service 
For such as cared to attend. 

But the Saxons were keeping Christmas, 
And the night was stormy as well. 

Nobody came to service. 
Though Eddi rang the bell. 

** 'Wicked weather for walking," 
Said Eddi of Manhood End. 
But I must go on with the service 
For such as care to attend." 


The altar-lamps were lighted, — 
An old marsh-donkey came. 

Bold as a guest invited. 

And stared at the guttering flame. 

The storm beat on at the windows, 
The water splashed on the floor. 

And a wet, yoke-weary bullock 
Pushed in through the open door. 

"How do I know what is greatest, 
How do I know what is least? 

That is My Father's business," 
Said Eddi, Wilfrid's priest. 


''But— three are gathered tpgether— 

listen to me and attend. 
I bring good news, my brethreni" 

Said Eddi of Manhood End. 

And he told the Qx of a Manger 
And a Stall in Bethlehem, 

And he spoke to the Ass of a Rider, 
That rode to Jerusalem. 

They steamed and dripped in die chanod. 
They listened and never stirred. 

While, just as though they were Bishopii 
Eddi preached them The Woid, 

Till the gale blew off on the marshes 
And the windows showed the day, 

And the Ox and the Ass together 
Wheeled and clattered away. 

And when the Saxons mocked him. 
Said Eddi of Manhood End, 

*' I dare not shut His chapel 
On such as care to attend/* 


npHE Four Archangels, so the legends tell, 

Raphael, Gabriel, Michael, Azrael, 
Being first of those to whom the Power was shown, 
Stood first of all the Host before The Throne, 
And, when the Charges were allotted, burst 
Tumultuous-winged from out the assembly first. 
Zeal was their spur that bade them strictly heed 
Their own high judgment on their lightest deed. 

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Zeal was their spur that, when relief was given. 

Urged them unwearied to new toils in Heaven; 

For Honour's sake perfecting every task 

Beyond what e'en Perfection's self could ask. • • • 

And Allah, Who created Zeal and Pride, 

Knows how the twain are perilous>near allied. 

It chanced on one of Heaven's long-lighted days, 
The Four and all the Host being gone their ways 
Each to his Charge, the shining Courts were void 
Save for one Seraph whom no charge employed. 
With folden wings and slumber- threatened brow. 
To whom The Word: "Beloved, what dost thou?" 
"By the Permission," came the answer soft. 
Little I do nor do that little oft. 
As is The Will in Heaven so on Earth 
Where by The Will I strive to make men mirth." 
He ceased and sped, hearing The Word once more: 
"Beloved, go thy way and greet the Four." 

Systems and Universes overpast, 

The Seraph came upon the Four, at last. 

Guiding and guarding with devoted mind 

The tedious generations of mankind 

Who lent at most unwilling ear and eye 

When they could not escape the ministry, , . 

Yet, patient, faithful, firm, persistent, just 

Toward all that gross, indifferent, facile dust. 

The Archangels laboured to discharge their trust 

By precept and example, prayer and law, 

Advice, reproof, and rule, but, labouring, saw 

Each in his fellows' countenance confessed. 

The Doubt that sickens: "Have I done my best?" 




Even at they sighed and turned to toil anew. 
The Ser^ih hailed them with observance due; 
And, ofttr some tit talk of higher things. 
Touched tentative on mundane happenings. 
Tliia tbey permitting, he, emboldened thus, 
Ihtdused of humankind promiscuous. 
And, since the targe contention less avails 
Than instances observed, he told them tales — 
Ttles of the shop, the bed, the court, die Miee^ 
Intimate, demental, indiacreet: 
Occanons iriien Coofuaon smiting swift 
I^lcs jest on jeat aa anow-atides |»m die drift 
Whence, one by one, beneadi derisive shiea* 
The vicrims' bare, beirildered heads arise — 
Tales of the passing of the sinrit, graced 
With humoor blinding as the doun it faced — 
Stark tales of ribaldy that broke aride 
To tears, by laughter swallowed ere they dried — 
Talcs to which neither grace nor gain accrue. 
But only (Allah be exalted!) true. 
And only, as.the Seraph showed that nig^t. 
Delighting to the limits of delight. 

These he rehearsed with artful pause and halt. 
And such pretence of memory at fault, 
That soon the Four — so well the bait was dirown — 
Came to his aid with memories of their own — 
Matters dismissed long since as small or vain. 
Whereof the high significance hod lain 
Hid, tiU the ungirt glosses made it phun. 
Then, as enlightenment came broad and fas^ 
Each marvelled at his own oblivious past 
Until — the Gates of Laughter opened wide — 
The Four, with that bland Seraph at their side. 
While they recalled, compared, and amplified. 
In utter mirth forgot both Zeal and Pride! 

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High over Heaven the lamps of midnight burned 

Ere, weak with merriment, the Four returned, 

Not in that order they were wont to keep — 

Knion to pinion answering, sweep for sweep. 

In awful diapason heard afar — 

But shoutingly adrift 'twixt star and star; 

Reeling a planet's orbit left or right 

As laughter took them in the abysmal Night; 

Or, by the point of some remembered jest, 

V^Tinged and brought helpless down through gulfs unguessed, 

Where the blank worlds that gather to the birth 

Leaped in the Womb of Darkness at their mirth, 

And e'en Gehenna's bondsmen understood. 

They were not damned from human brotherhood . • • 

Not first nor last of Heaven's high Host, the Four 

That night took place beneath The Throne once more. 

O lovelier than their morning majesty. 

The understanding light behind die eye! 

O more compelling than their old command. 

The new4eamed friendly gesture of the hand! 

O sweeter than their zealous fellowship. 

The wise half-smile that passed from lip to lip! 

well and roundly, when Command was given, 

They told their tale against themselves to Heaven, 

And in the silence, waiting on The Word, 

Received the Peace and Pardon of The Lord! 


CHIV, who poured the harvest and made the winds to 

Sitting at the doorways of a day of long ago, 
Gave to each his portion, food and toil and fate, 
Prom the King upon the guddee^ to the Beggar at the gate. 

* Throne. 



ABMngs mmie he — Shim ihe Preserver. 
Mmhadeol MmhMdea! HemsdemU^— 
Them for the cM$el^ fodder far ihe kine^ 
AndMaihef^s hemifor sleefsf hemd, O iSteir Sm ^mml 

Wheat he gave to rich felk, millet to the poor, 
Broken scraps for holy men that bcff from door to door, 
Cattle to the tiser, carrion to die kite» 
And rags and bones to wicked ivohres withoaC the wiltf 

Naught he found too lofty, none he saw too l ow ■ 
Parbati beside him watched them come and go; 
Thought to cheat her husband, turning Shiv to jest- 
Stole the little grasshopper and hid it in her breast 

So she tricked him^ Shim the Preseruer. 

Mahadeo ! Mahadeo^ turn and see ! 

Tall are the camels^ heavy are the kine^ 

But this was Least of Little Things^ O tittle Son qfmiiu! 

When the dole was ended, laughingly she said, 
''Master, of a million mouths is not one unfed?'* 
Laughing, Shiv made answer, "All have had their part, 
Even he, the little one, hidden 'neath thy heart." 
From her breast she plucked it, Parbati the thief. 
Saw the Least of Little Things gnawed a new-grown \^' 
Saw and feared and wondered, making prayer to Shiv, 
Who hath surely given meat to all that live! 

//// things made he — Shiva the Preserver. 

Mahadeo ! Mahadeo ! He made ally — 

Thorn for the camely fodder for the kine^ 

And Mothers heart for sleepy heady little Son ofmif^' 

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T HAVE been given my charge to keep — 

Well have I kept the same! 
Playing with strife for the most of my life, 
But this is a different game. 
7*11 not fight against swords unseen. 
Or spears that I cannot view — 
Hand him the keys of the place on your knees — 
*T\3 the Dreamer whose dreams come true! 

Ask him his terms and accept them at once. 

Quick, ere we anger him, go! 

Never before have I flinched from the guns. 

But this is a different show. 

7*11 not fight with the Herald of God 

(I know what his Master can do!) 

Open the gate, he must enter in state, 

TTis the Dreamer whose dreams come true! 

I'd not give way for an Emperor, 
I'd hold my road for a King — 
To the Triple Crown I would not bow down- 
But this is a different thing. 
7*11 not fight with the Powers of Air, 
Sentry, pass him through! 
Drawbridge let fall, 'tis the Lord of us all. 
The Dreamer whose dreams come true! 


I 9 I 7 

iSE were our children who died for our lands: they 
were dear in our sight. 

have only the memory left of their home-treasured 
sayings and laughter. 


The price of our loss shall be paid to our hands, not Mk 
otfaer'i hereafter. 
Nddier ifae Alien nor Priest shall decide on it. That il ov 

But who shall return us the children f 

At the hour die Barbarian chose to disclose his prcttliGCih 
And nged against Man, they engaged, □□ the breasts Alt 

diey bared for us. 
The fitst felon-stroke of the sword he had long-ttaae fte- 
pircd for us— 
Tlieir bodiei were all our defease while we wrought off 

They bought us anew with thar blood, forbearing to blunt 

Those hours which we had not made good when the JudgBMnl 

o'crcame us. 
They believed us and perished for it. Our statecraft, cor 

Delivered them bound to the Pit and alive to the hurniog 
Whither they mirthfully hastened as josding for honoui^ 
Not Mnce her birth has our Earth seen such worth looiol 

upon her. 

Nor was thdr agony brief, or once only imposed on them- i 
The wounded, the war-spent, the ^dc recaved no tseOtT 

Being cured they returned and endured and achieved ot^ 
redemption, , 

Hopeless themselves of relief, till Death, marvelling, ckoe^ 
on them. 

That flesh we had nursed from the first in all cleaiUMsa wu 

To corruption unveiled and assailed by the malice of Heaven— 

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By the heart-4haking jests of Decay where it lolled on the 

To be blanched or gay-painted by fumes — to be cindered by 

fires — 
To be senselessly tossed and retossed in stale mutilation 
From crater to crater. For this we shall take expiation. 
But who shall return us our children f 


(Hrmn of the XXX Legion: tax* jjo A. D.) 

K/f ITHRAS, God of the Morning, our trumpets waken the 
■*■" Wall! 

" Rome is above the Nations, but Thou art over all ! " 
Now as the names are answered, and the guards are marched 

Mithras, also a soldier, give us strength for the day! 

Mithras, God of the Noontide, the heather swims in the heat. 
Our helmets scorch our foreheads, our sandals burn our feet. 
Now in the ungirt hour — now ere we blink and drowse, 
Mithras, also a soldier, keep us true to our vows! 

Mithras, God of the Sunset, low on the Western main — 
Thou descending immortal, immortal to rise again ! 
Now when the watch is ended, now when the wine is drawn, 
Mithras, also a soldier, keep us pure till the dawnl 

Mithras, God of the Midnight, here where the great bull dies, 
Look on thy children in darkness. Oh take our sacrifice! 
Many roads thou hast fashioned — all of them lead to the 

Mithras, also a soldier, teach us to die aright! 



"YyHO gives him the Bath? 

"!," said the wet, 
"I'll give him the Bath!" 

Who'll sing the psalms? 
"We," said the Palms. 
"Ere the hot wind becalms^ 
"We'll sing the psalms." 

Who lays on the sword? 
"I," said the Sun, 
"Before he has done, 
"I'll lay on the sword." 

"Who fastens his belt? 
"I," said Short-Rations,. 
"I Icnow all the fashions 
"Of tightening a beltl" 

Who gives him his spur? 
"I," said his Chief, 
Exacting and brief, 
"I'll give him the spur." 

Who'll shake his hand? 
"I," said the Fever, 
"And I'm no deceiver, 
"I'll shake his hand." 

Who brings him the wine? 
"I," said Quinine, 
" It's a habit of mine. 
"ra come with his wine.'" 

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Who'll put him to proof? 
"I," said All Earth. 
"Whatever he's worth, 
I'll put to the proof." 


Who'll choose him for Knight? 
" I," said his Mother, 

" Before any other, 
"My Very own Knight. 


after this fashion, adventure to seek. 

Sir Galahad made — as it might be last week! 




^R the sake of him who showed 
One wise Frog the Jungle-Road, 
Keep the Law the Man-Pack make 
For thy blind old Baloo's sake! 
Clean or tainted, hot or stale, 
Hold it as it were the Trail, 
Through the day and through the night. 
Questing neither left nor right. 
For the sake of him who loves 
Thee beyond all else that moves. 
When thy Pack would make thee pain. 
Say: "Tabaqui sings again." 
When thy Pack would work thee ill. 
Say: "Shere Khan is yet to kill." 
When the knife is drawn to slay. 
Keep the Law and go thy way. 
(Root and honey, palm and spathe, 
Guard a cub from harm and scathe!) 
Wood and Water y Wind and TreCy 
Jungle-Favour go with thee ! 


AageriBdKCBofFear — 
QtaJ^ EdbM eye* He dew. 
Coln-|KHmi none nifty 
Even ao widi 

Suugik, wkoK mate ii Gmitesy. 
Send BO iBBge befond thy leiq^th. 
MJBOfi BO ifHicii pfflwh tny stRnKth. 
Gnfe dqr gqie widi bode or goat, 
Lest tUiK cfc ahonld choke thy thrott 
After goigpi^ wooldst thoo slc)q>? 
Look thy den be lud amd deep. 
Lest m wrong, by thee feigot, 
Dnw thy killer to the spot. 
East and West and North and South, 
Wash thy hide and dose thy mouth. 
(Pit and rift and bhie pool-brim, 
NGddksJungle follow him!) 
ff'ooJ mJ Waier, fFinJ and Ttte^ 
Jungle-F^KOur go wiik thee ! 


In the cage my life began; 
Well I know the worth of Man. 
By the Broken Lock that freed— 
Man-cuby *ware the Man-cub's breed! 
Scendng-dew or starli^t pale. 
Choose no tangled tree-cat trail. 
Pack or councO, hunt or den. 
Cry no truce with Jackal-Men. 
Feed them ^lence when they say: 
"Come with us an easy way." 
Feed them silence when they seek 
Help of thine to hurt the weak. 


Make no bandores boast of skill; 
Hold thy peace above the kill. 
Let nor call nor song nor sign 
Turn thee from thy hunting-line. 
(Morning mist or twilight clear. 
Serve him, Wardens of the Deer!) 
Wood and Water y Wind and Tree^ 
Jungle-Favour go with thee! 

The Three 

On the trail that thou must tread 
To the thresholds of our dready 
Where the Flower blossoms red; 
Through the nights when thou shah lie 
Prisoned from our Mother-sky y 
Hearing usy thy loveSy go by; 
In the dawns when thou shalt wake 
To the toil thou canst not breaks 
Heartsick for the Jungle's sake; 
Wood and Watery Wind and TreCy 
Wisdomy Strengthy and Courtesy y 
Jungle-Favour go with thee! 


TtiKT is a woman that you forsake her, 
And the hearth-fire and the home-acre, 
go with the old grey Widow-maker? 

I has no house to lay a guest in — 

t one chill bed for all to rest in, 

at the pale suns and the stray bergs nest in. 

I has no strong white arms to fold you, 

t the. ten-times-fingering weed to hold you- 

t on the rocks where the tide has rolled you. 



Yet, when die agMof wmmcr **m***-^ 

And die ice fareaksy amd die biickJiiidi qiodDeii, 

Yeaily you turn -from our ad^ and ** 

Sidken ag»in for die ahoutB and die d«n ^ i te n . 

You steal away to die lap|Miig wmten^ 

And look at your alup in ncx wintci^^piarten. 

You foiget our miidiy and talk at tke tables 
The kine in die ihed and the faotae in the ita Mci 
To pitch her aides and go ofcr her cables. 

Then yon drive out where the atnmwclnnds swaDov, 
And the sound of your oar-UadeSp CdEng hoUow, 
ts all we have left through the mondis to follow. 

Ah, what is Woman diat you forsake her. 
And the hearth-fire and the home-acre. 
To go with the old grey Widow-maker? 


/^NE man in a thousand, Solomon says, 
Will stick more close than a brother. 
And it's worth while seeking him half your days 
If vou find him before the other. 
Nine hundred and ninety-nine depend 
On what the world sees in you, 
But the Thousandth Man will stand your friead 
With the whole round world agin you. 

Tis neither promise nor prayer nor show 
Will settle the finding for 'ec. 
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of 'em go 
By your looks, or your acts, or your glory. 

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But if he finds you and you find him, 
The rest of the world don't matter; 
For the Thousandth Man will sink or swim 
With you in any water. 

You can use his purse with no more talk 
Than he uses yours for his spendings, 
And laugh and meet in your daily walk 
As though there had been no lendings. 
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of 'em call 
For silver and gold in their dealings; . 
But the Thousandth Man he's worth 'em all, 
Because you can show him your feelings. 

His wrong's your wrong, and his right's your right. 

In season or out of season. 

Stand up and back it in all men's sight — 

With that for your only reason ! 

Nine hundred and ninety-nine can't bide 

The shame or mocking or laugh ter. 

But the Thousandth Man will stand by your side 

To the gallows- foot — and after! 


^^HAT is the moral? Who rides may read. 

When the night is thick and the tracks are blind 
'Viend at a pinch is a friend indeed, 
^ ^ a fool to wait for the laggard behind, 
^'^n to Gehenna or up to the Throne, 
^ travels the fastest who travels alone. 


White hands ding to die dffhtcned rein» 
Slipping the spur jfrom die booted heel, 
Tendeiest vcuces ay "TVim again,'* 
Red lips tarnish die scabbarded steel. 
High hopes faint on a warm hearth stoned- 
He travek the fastest who travels alone. 

One may fall but he fidls by himself— 
Falls by himself with himself to Uame. 
One may attain and to him is pelf- 
Loot of the city in Gold or Fame. 
Plunder of eardi shall be aO his own 
Who traveb the fastest and travels alone. 

Wherefore the more ye be holpen and stayed 
Stayed by a friend in the hour of toil. 
Sing the heretical song I have made — 
His be the labour and yours be the spoil. 
Win by his aid and the aid disown — 
He travels the fastest who travels alone! 


UOW far is St. Helena from a little child at play?" 
What makes you want to wander there with all thcwof 
between ? 
Oh, Mother, call your son again or else he'll run away. 
(iVo one thinks of winter when the grass is green I) 

"How far is St. Helena from a fight in Paris street?" 
I haven't time to answer now — the men are falling fast 
The guns begin to thunder, and the drums begin to beat 
{I/you take the first stepy you will take the last /) 

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"How far is St. Helena from the field of Austerlitz?" 
You couldn't hear me if I told — so loud the cannons roar. 
But not so far for people who are living by their wits. 
(" Gtfy go up " means " Gay go down " the wide world Vr .') 

"How far is St. Helena from an Emperor of France?" 
I cannot sec — I cannot tell — the crowns they dazzle so. 
The Kings sit down to dinner, and the Queens stand up to 

(4fter open weather you may look for snow !) 

"How far is St. Helena from the Capes of Trafalgar?" 
A longish way — a longish way — with ten year more to run. 
It's South across the water underneath a falling star. 
{JVhat you cannot finish you must leave undone !) 

"How far is St. Helena from the Beresina ice?" 
An ill way — a chill way — the ice begins to crack. 
But not so far for gentlemen who never took advice. 
(ff^henyou can't go forward you must e'en come back !) 

"How far is St. Helena from the field of Waterloo?" 
A near way — a clear way — the ship will take you soon. 
A pleasant place for gentlemen with little left to do. 
[Morning never tries you till the afternoon !) 

How far from St. Helena to the Gate of Heaven's Grace?" 
That no one knows — that no one knows — and no one ever will. 
But fold your hands across your heart and cover up your face, 
And after all your trapesings, child> lie still! 


T^IESE were my companions going forth by night- 

(ForChil! Look you Jor Chil !) 
^ow come I to whistle them the ending of the fight. 

(Chill Vanguards of Chil !) 



Word they gave me overiiead of quarry newly alaiiii 
Word I gave them underfoot of budc upon the {daiii. 
Here's an end of every trail — they shall not qpeak sgnl 

They that cried the hunting-oy — they that fidlowed fat- 
{ForChil! Look jou Jar Chi/ 

They that bade the sambhur wheel, or pinned him ii k 
passed — 

(CAsl! Vanputnb ^ ChU ly 

They that lagged behind the scent — ^they that ran befac^ 

They that shunned the level horn — ^they that over4Mit. 

Here's an end of every trail — they shall not MOxm moie. 

Hiese were my companions. Pity 'twas they died! 

{ForChil! Look you Jor Chil !) 
Now come I to comfort them that knew them in their pride. 

{Chil ! Vanguards of Chil !) 
Tattered flank and sunken eye, open mouth and red, 
Locked and lank and lone they lie, the dead upon their desL 
Here's an end of every trail — and here my hosts arc fed! 


"^OT with an outcry to Allah nor any complaining 

He answered his name at the muster and stood to tfe 

When the twin anklets were nipped on the leg-bars tto 

held them, 

He brotherly greeted the armourers stooping to weld thdn- 
Ere the sad dust of the marshalled feet of the chain-fang 

swallowed him, 
Observing him nobly at ease, I alighted and followed him. 
Thus we had speech by the way, but not touching his 80f* 

row — 
Rather his red Yesterday and his regal To-morrow, 

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erein he statelily moved to the clink of his chains unre- 

wise abashed but contented to drink of the potion awarded. 

iting aloofly his Fate^ he made haste with his story, 

i the words of his mouth were as slaves spreading carpets 
of glory 

broidered with names of the Djinns — a miraculous weav- 

the cool and perspicuous eye overbore unbelieving. 

[ submitted myself to the limits of rapture — 

ind by this man we had bound, amid captives his cap- 
ture — 

he returned me to earth and the visions departed. 

on him be the Peace and the Blessing; for he was great- 


IE Celt in all his variants from Builth to Bally-hoo, 
His mental processes are plain — one knows what he will 

can logically predicate his finish by his start; 
the English — ah, the English! — they are quite a race 

ir psychology is bovine, their outlook crude and raw. 
y abandon vital matters to be tickled with a straw, 
the straw that they were tickled with — the chaff that 

they were fed with — 
y convert into a weaver's beam to break their foeman's 

head with. 

undemocratic reasons and for motives not of State, 
f arrive at their conclusions — ^largely inarticulate. 
g void of self-expression they confide their views to none; 
sometimes in a smoking-room, one learns why things 
were done. 


Tes, aoBKOBKt in a smoking-raoni, through clouds of 'En* 

and " Umi," 
Ohfcq ttd y and hy iafaeotx, illuminatioQ comes, 
On aoiBe step dat tfaer have taken, or some action dwy xf- 

Embelfisfacd witii the ^rgot o( the Upper Fourth R^not'e. 

In tekgrapbic aeateoces, hi ^Klded to thetr friend^ 

TbcT 1^( a iiiiii nJl^Bjg *-«nd there the matter mis 

And' while the CMBH IrValenda to Kirkirall. 

The Esehsh — d^MI P>*>'' ^y anything at all. 


*nrYiE Scoter may forget his Sword, 

The SaJlonnan the Sea, 
The MasoD may fotget the Word 

And the Priest his Litany: 
The Maid may for^t both jewel and gem, 

And the Bride her wedding-dress — 
But the Jew shall forget Jerusalem 

Ere we forget the Press! 

iVho once haih stood through the loaded hour 

Ere, roaring like the gale, 
The Harrild and the Hix devour 

Their league-long paper-bale. 
And has lit his pipe in the morning calm 

Thai follows the midnight stress- 
He hath sold his heart to the old Black An 

We call the daily Press. 

Who once hath dealt in the widest game 

That all of a man can play. 
No later love, no larger fame 

Will lure him long away. 

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As the war-horse smelleth the battle afar. 

The entered Soul, no less, 
He saith: "Ha! Ha!" where the trumpets are 

And the thunders of the Press! 

Canst thou number the days that we fulfil. 

Or the Times that we bring forth? 
Canst thou send the lightnings to do thy will. 

And cause them reign on earth? 
Hast thou given a peacock goodly wings 

To please his foolishness? 
Sit down at the heart of men and things. 

Companion of the Press! 

The Pope may launch his Interdict, 

The Union its decree. 
But the bubble is blown and the bubble is pricked 

By Us and such as We. 
Remember the battle and stand aside 

While Thrones and Powers confess 
That King over all the children of pride 

Is the Press — the Press— the Press! 


l^YiO knows the heart of the Christian ? How does he 

reason ? 
Vhat are his measures and balances? Which is his season 
Slaughter, forbearance or bloodshed, and what devils move 

ilien he arises to smite us? /do not love him. 



He invites the derision of stra nge rs h e enters all places. 
Booted, bareheaded he enters. With shouts and embrscei 
He asks of us news of the household wham we reckon nMnt' 

Ceruinly Allah created lum farty-lbld shameless! 

_ _ • 

So it is not in the Desert. One came to me weeping— 
The Avenger of Blood on liis track — ^I took him in keepu^ 
Demanding not whom he had slun, I refreshed him, I fcdUi 
As he were even a brother. But EhGs had bred hm 

He was the son of an ape, ill at ease in his dothii^. 

He talked with his head, hands and feet. I endured him viA 

Whatever his spirit conceived his countenance showed it 
As a frog shows in a mud-puddle. Yet I abode it! 

I fingered my beard and was dumb, in silence confronQOK 

His soul was too shallow for silence, e'en with Death hunong 

I said: "'Tis his weariness speaks," but, when he had it$tcd» 
He chirped in my face like some sparrow, and, prcscntly» 


Wherefore slew I that stranger? He brought me dishonor- 
I saddled my mare, Bijli, I set him upon her. 
I gave him rice and goat's flesh. He bared me to laughter. 
When he was gone from my tent, swift I followed after, 
Taking my sword in my hand. The hot wine had filled him< 
Under the stars he mocked me — therefore I killed him! 

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\X^E MEET in an evil land 

That is near to the gates of hell. 
I wait for thy command 
To serve, to speed or withstand. 
And thou sayest, I do not well? 

Oh Love, the flowers so red 

Are only tongues of flame. 

The earth is full of the dead. 

The new-killed, restless dead. 

There is danger beneath and overhead. 

And I guard thy gates in fear 

Of words thou canst not hear. 

Of peril and jeopardy. 

Of signs thou canst not see — 

And thou sayest 'tis ill that I came? 

This I saw when the rites were done, 
And the lamps were dead and the Gods alone. 
And the grey snake coiled on the altar stone — 
Ere I fled from a Fear that I could not see. 
And the Gods of the East made mouths at me. 

V it is not good for the Christian's health to hustle the 

Aryan brown, 
the Christian riles, and the Aryan smiles and he weareth 

the Christian down; 
the end of the fight is a tombstone white with the name 

of the late deceased, 
the epitaph drear: "A Fool lies here who tried to hustle 

the East." 



Beat off in our last fi^t were we? 
The greater need to seek the sea. 
For Fortune changeth as the moon 
To caravel and picaroon* 
Hien Eastward Ho! or Westward Ibl 
Whichever wind may meetest blow. 
Our quany sails on dther sea. 
Fat prey for such bdd lads as we. 
And every sun-dried buccaneer 
Must hand and reef and watch and steer. 
And bear great wrath of sea and sky 
Before the plate-ships wallow by. 
Now, as our tall bows take the foam. 
Let no man turn his heart to home. 
Save to desire treasure more. 
And larger warehouse for his store. 
When treasure won from Santos Bay 
Shall make our sea-washed village gay. 

Because I sought it far from men, 
In deserts and alone, 
I found it burning overhead. 
The jewel of a Throne. 

Because I sought — I sought it so 
And spent my days to find — 
It blazed one moment ere it left 
The blacker night behind. 

When a lover hies abroad. 

Looking for his love, 

Azrael smiling sheathes his sword. 

Heaven smiles above. 

Earth and sea 

His servants be. 

And to lesser compass round. 

That his love be sooner found ! 

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There was a strife 'twixt man and maid — 
Oh that was at the birth of time! 
But what befell 'twixt man and maid^ 
Oh that's beyond the grip of rhyme. 
Twas, "Sweet, I must not bide with you," 
And "Love, I cannot bide alone"; 
For both were young and both were true. 
And both were hard as the nether stone. 

is pleasure in the wet, wet clay, 
the artist's hand is potting it; 
is pleasure in the wet, wet lay; 
the poet's pad is blotting it; 
is pleasure in the shine of your picture on the line 
; Royal Acade-my; 

le pleasure felt in these is as chalk to Cheddar cheese 
it comes to a well-made Lie. — 
[uite unwreckable Lie, 
nost impeccable Lie! 

ater-tight, fire-proof, angle-iron, sunk-hinge, time-lock, 
steel-faced Lie ! 
private hansom Lie, 
pair-and-brougham Lie, 

I little-place-at-Tooting, but a country-house-with- 
ring-fence-deer-park Lie. 

We be the Gods of the East — 

Older than all — 
Masters of Mourning and Feast 

How shall we fall? 


Will diey gape for the husks that ye profier 

Or yearn to your song? 
And we — have we nothing to oficr 
Who ruled them so long — 
In the fiinw of the incense, the clash of the cymbals, the Utit 
of the conch and the gong? 

Over the strife of the schools 

Low the day bums — 
Back with the kine from the pools 
Each one returns 
To the life that he knows where the altar-flame glowi ud 
the tulsi^ is trimmed in the urns. 


CO WE settled it all when the storm was done 

As comfy as comfy could be; 
And I was to wait in the bam, my dears. 
Because I was only three; 
And Teddy would run to the nu.nbow's foot 
Because he was five and a man; 
And that's how it all began, my dears. 
And that's how it all began! 

"If I have taken the common clay 

And wrought it cunningly 
In the shape of a God that was digged a ckxl. 

The greater honour to me." 
"If thou hast taken the common clay, 

And thy hands be not free 
From the taint of the soil, thou hast made thy ^wil 

The greater shame to thee." 
The Holy B»m1, 

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The wolf-cub at even lay hid in the corn. 

When the smoke of the cooking hung grey: 

He knew where the doe made a couch for her fawn. 

And he looked to his strength for his prey. 

But the moon swept the smoke-wreaths away, 

And he turned from his meal in the villager's close. 

And he bayed to the moon as she rose. 

The lark will make her hymn to God, 
The partridge call her brood. 
While I forget the heath I trod, 
The fields wherein I stood. 

TTis dule to know not night from morn. 
But greater dule to know 
I can but hear the hunter's horn 
That once I used to blow. 

There were three friends that buried the fourth. 
The mould in his mouth and the dust in his eyes. 
And they went south and east and north — 
The strong man fights but the sick man dies. 

There were three friends that spoke of the dead — 
The strong man fights but the sick man dies — 
*'And would he were here with us now," they said, 
"The sun in our face and the wind in our eyes." 

Yet at the last, ere our spearmen had found him. 
Yet at the last, ere a sword-thrust could save. 
Yet at the last, with his masters around him. 
He spoke of the Faith as a master to slave. 
Yet at the last, though the Kafirs had maimed him, 
Broken by bondage and wrecked by the reiver. 
Yet at the last, tho' the darkness had claimed him. 
He called upon Allah, and died a Believer! 



(And Gallio cand for none of tfaeie tilings— Acts wm, 17) 

A LL day long to the judgmentraeat 
The crazed Provincials ^ 

All day bng at their ruler's feet 
Howled for the blood of the Jew. 
Insurrection with one accord 
Banded itself and woke; 
And Paul was about to open his month 
When Achaia's Deputy spoke — 

"Whether the God descend from above 

Or the Man ascend upon high, 

WTiether this maker of tents be Jove 

Or a younger deity — 

I will be no judge between your gods 

And your godless bickerings. 

Lie tor, drive them hence with rods 

I care for none of these things! 

Were it a question of lawful due 

Or Caesar's rule denied, 

Reason would I should bear with you 

And order it well to be tried; 

But this is a question of words and names. 

I know the strife it brings. 

I will not pass upon any your claims. 

I care for none of these things. 

One thing only I see most clear, 
As I pray you also see. 
Claudius Caesar hath set me here 
Rome's Deputy to be. 

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is Her peace that ye go to break — 
ot mine, nor any king's. 

jt, touching your clamour of 'Conscience sake,' 
:are for none of these things. 

liether ye rise for the sake of a creed, 

r riot in hope of spoil, 

]ually will I punish the deed, 

jually check the broil; 

owise permitting injustice at all 

•om whatever doctrine it springs — 

lit — whether ye follow Priapus or Paul, 

care for none of these things!" 


A FARMER of the Augustan Age 
Perused in Virgil's golden page. 
The story of the secret won 
From Proteus by Cyrene's son — 
How the dank sea-god showed the swain 
Means to restore his hives again. 
More briefly, how a slaughtered bull 
Breeds honey by the bellyful. 

The egregious rustic put to death 

A bull by stopping of its breath, 

Disposed the carcass in a shed 

With fragrant herbs and branches spread. 

And, having well performed the charm. 

Sat down to wait the promised swarm. 

Nor waited long. The God of Day 
Impartial, quickening with his ray 
Evil and good alike, beheld 
The carcass — and the carcass swelled. 


Big with new birth the belly heaves 
Beneath its screen of scented leaves. 
Past anj doubt, the bull conceives! 

The burner bids men bring more HItcs 
To boose the profit that arrives; 
Prepares on pan, and key and kettle, 
SwBCt nmsac that shall make 'em settle; 
But when to crown the work he goes, 
Gods! \Mut I stink salutes his noise! 

Where are the honest twlers? Where 

The gravid mistress of their care? 

A busv scene, indeed, he sees. 

But not a sign or sound of bees. 

Worms of the riper grave unhid 

By any kjndiy colIin-Ud, 

Obscene and shamekss Vi the light. 

Seethe in insatiate ^qietite. 

Through putrid <^d, while above 

The tussiiig t4ow-dy seeks his love, 

\\'hose offspring, supfHOg where they supt. 

Consume comiptiim twice corrupt. 


piElRE we go in a flui^ festoon. 

Half-way up to the jealous moon! 

Don't you envy our prancehil bands? 

Don't you wish you had extra hands? 

Wouldn't you like if your tails were — so — 

Curved in the shape of a Cupid's bow? 
Now you're angry, but — never mind, 
Brvlher, thy tail hangs down bthind ! 

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Here we sit in a branchy row. 
Thinking of beautiful things we know; 
Dreaming of deeds that we mean to do, 
All complete, in a minute or two — 
Something noble and grand and good. 
Won by merely wishing we could. 
Now we're going to — never mind. 
Brother y thy tail hangs down behind! 

All the talk we ever have heard 
Uttered by bat or beast or bird — 
Hide or fin or scale or feather — 
Jabber it quickly and all together! 
Excellent! Wonderful! Once again! 
Now we are talking just like men. 

Let's pretend we are . . . Nevermind! 

Brother y thy tail hangs down behind! 

This is the way of the Monkey-kind! 

foin our leaping lines that scumfish through the pineSy 
ocket by where^ light and highy the wild-grape swings, 
rubbish in our wakey and the noble noise we makey 
e — be surey weWe going to do some splendid things! 


I 9 I 4 - I 8 

TIEN all the world would keep a matter hid. 

Since Truth is seldom friend to any crowd, 
I write in fable, as old ^sop did, 
sting at that which none will name aloud, 
this they needs mu^t do, or it will fall 
:ss they please they are not heard at all 


When despemtc Fdly ddf 

When daSgent Sfech dammiKA finedoni's death. 

And banded Fear coanHBdetk HaBoar's gra' 
^▼cn in that ccrtan hoar hcfare the fri 
Unleas men pleaae thef are not heaid at aD. 

Needs most aD plos^ yet 

Needs most aU toil, fet aone not al far gain. 
But that men taking f*T^r^^ T nay take heed, 

Wliom piesent tofl dud match from later pain. 
Thus some have toiled hot thdr rewaid was small 

though they pleaseilj thej wac not heard at all 

nil was the lock that lay upon oor Gps, 
This waui the yoke diat we have nndeigone. 

Denying us all pleasant fellowslups 
As in our time and generation. 

Our pleasures unpursued age past recall. 

And for our pains — we are not heaud at all. 

What man hears aught except the groaning guns? 

\Miat man heeds aught save what each instant brings? 
Wlien each man's life all imaged life outruns^ 

\Miat man shall pleasure in imaginings? 
So it hath fallen, as it was bound to fall. 
We are not, nor we were not, heaud at all. 


T^HRONES, Powers, Dominions, Peoples, Kings, 

Are changing 'neath our hand. 
Our fathers also see these things 
But they do not understand. 

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By — they are by with mirth and tears. 
Wit or the worlcs of Desire — 
Cushioned about on the kindly years 
Between the wall and the fire. 

The grapes are pressed, the corn is shocked — 
Standeth no more to glean; 
For the Gates of Love and Learning locked 
When they went out between. 

All lore our Lady Venus bares. 
Signalled it was or told 
By the dear lips long given to theirs 
And longer to the mould. 

All Profit, all Device, all Truth 
Written it was or said 
By the mighty men of their mighty youth, 
Which is mighty being dead. 

The film that floats before their eyes 
The Temple's Veil they call; 
And the dust that on the Shewbread lies 
Is holy over all. 

Warn them of seas that slip our yoke 
Of slow-conspiring stars — 
The ancient Front of Things unbroke 
But heavy with new wars? 

By — they are by with mirth and tears. 
Wit or the waste of Desire — 
Cushioned about on the kindly years 
Between the wall and the fire! 



(a. d. 406) 

V|Y FATHER'S father saw it not, 
^** And I, belike, shall never come. 
To look on that so-holy spot — 
The very Rome — 

Crowned by all Time, all Art, all Might 

The equal work of Gods and Man, 
City beneath whose oldest height — 
The Race began! 

Soon to send forth again a brood, 

Unshakeable, we pray, that clings. 
To Rome's thrice-hammered hardihood — 
In arduous things. 

Strong heart with triple armour bound. 
Beat strongly, for thy life-blood runs. 
Age after Age, the Empire round — 
In us thy Sons 

Who, distant from the Seven Hills, 
Loving and serving much, require 
Thee — thee to guard 'gainst home-bom ills. 
The Imperial I^lrel 


D OME never looks where she treads. 

Always her heavy hooves fall, 
On our stomachs, our hearts or our heads; 
And Rome never heeds when we bawl. 


Her sentries pass on — that is all, 
And we gather behind them in hordes, 

And plot to reconquer the Wall, 
With only our tongues for our swords. 

We are the Little Folk — we! 

Too little to love or to hate. 
Leave us alone and you'll see 

How we can drag down the State! 
We are the worm in the wood! 

We are the rot at the root! 
We are the taint in the blood! 

We are the thorn in the foot! 

Mistletoe killing an oak — 

Rats gnawing cables in two — 
Moths making holes in a cloak — 

How they must love what they do! 
Yes — and we Little Folk too. 

We are busy as they — 
Working our works out of view — 

Watch, and you'll see it some day! 

No indeed! We are not strong, 

But we know Peoples that are. 
Yes, and we'll guide them along, 

To smash and destroy you in War! 
We shall be slaves just the same? 

Yes, we have always been slaves. 
But you — you will die of the shame, 

And then we shall dance on your graves! 

We arc the Little Folk^ we^ etc. 



nrflE Stranger witiuii m^ gate. 

He may be tme or kind. 
Bat he doea not talk mjr talt— 

I cannot led his mind. 
I see the face and the eyea and die inuuA-B-v 

But not the aoul bdiiiid. 

The men of my own ttotk. 

They may do ill or well. 
But ttiey tdl die lies I am wonted tis 

lliey are used to die lies I ^L 
And we do not need interpreten 

When we go to buy and sdl. 

The Stranger within my gates. 

He may be evil or good, 
But I cannot tell what powers control — 

What reasons sway his mood; 
Nor when the Gods of his far-off land 

Shall repossess his blood. 

The men of my own stock. 

Bitter bad they may be. 
But, at least, they hear the things I hear, 

And see the things I see; 
And whatever I think of tJiem and that likes 

They tJiink of the likes of me. 

This was my father's belief 

And this is also mine: 
Let the corn be all one sheaf — 

And the grapes be all one vine, 
Ere our children's teeth are set on edge 

By bitter bread and wine. 

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(Marching Song of a Roman Legion of the Later Empire) 

\X/'HEN I left Rome for Lalage's sake 

By the Legions' Road to Rimini, 
She vowed her heart was mine to take 
With me and my shield to Rimini — 
(Till the Eagles flew from Rimini — ) 
And I've tramped Britain, and I've tramped Gaul, 
And the Pontic shore where the snow-flakes fall 
As white as the neck of Lalage — 
(As cold as the heart of Lalage!) 
And I've lost Britain, and I've lost Gaul, 
And I've lost Rome and, worst of all, 
I've lost Lalage! 

When you go by the Via Aurelia, 

As thousands have travelled before. 

Remember the Luck of the Soldier 

Who never saw Rome any more! 

Oh dear was the sweetheart that kissed him 

And dear was the mother that bore. 

But his shield was picked up in the heathen 

And he never saw Rome any more! 

And he left Rome, etc. 

When you go by the Via Aurelia 
That runs from the City to Gaul, 
Remember the Luck of the Soldier 
Who rose to be master of all ! 
He carried the sword ahd the buckler. 
He mounted his guard on the Wall, 
Till the Legions elected him Caesar, 
And he rose to be master of all! 

And he left Rome, etc. 


It's twenty-five marches to Narbo, 

It's forty-five more up the Rhone, 

And the end may be death in the heathei 

Or life on an Emperor's throne. 

But whether the Eagles obey us, 

Or we go to the Ravens — alone, 

I'd sooner be Laiage's lover 

Than sit on an Emperor's throne! 

We've all left Rome for Laiage's sake, etc. 


(a. d. 1800} 

VOUR jar of Vi^;innjr 

Will cost you a guinea 
Which you reckon too much by five si 
But light your churchwarden 
And juc^ it according. 
When I've told you the troubles of poor honest maL 

From the Capes of the Delaware, 

As you are well aware. 

We sul with tobacco for England — but then. 

Our own British cruisers, 

They watch us come through, sirs. 

And they press half a score of us poor honest meal 

Or if by quick sailing 

(Thick weather prevailing) 

We leave them behind (as we do now and dien) 

We are sure of a gun from 

Each frigate we run from. 

Which is often destruction to poor honest men! 

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Broadsides the Adantic 

Wc tumble ahort-handed, 

With shot-hdbs to phig and new canvas to bend. 

And off the Axores, 

Dutch, Dons and Monsieurs 

Are waiting to terrify poor honest rmru 

Napoleon's embargo 

Is laid on all cargo 

Which comfort or aid to King George may intend; 

And since roll, twist and leaf. 

Of all comforts is chief. 

They try for to steal it from poor honest men! 

With no heart for fight. 

We take refuge in flight 

But fire as we run, our retreat to defend; 

Until our stern-chasers 

Cut up her fore-braces, 

And she flies off the wind from us poor honest men! 

Twixt the Forties and Fifties, 

South-eastward the drift is, 

And so, when we think we are making Land's End, 

Alas, it is Ushant 

With half the King's Navy, 

Blockading French ports against poor honest men! 

But they may not quit station 

(Which is our salvation) 

So swiftly we stand to the Nor'ard again; 

And finding the tail of 

A homeward-bound convoy. 

We slip past the Scillies like poor honest men 


Twix' die lizud and DovcTi 

We hand our stuff over, . 

Though I may not infbnn how we do i^ nor vlwo. 

But a light (HI each qturter 

Low down (w the water 

Is well understuded hf poor hoaeM men. 

Even dien we have dai^en, 

From meddlesome strangets, 

Who spy on our buuness and arc not oontent 

To take a smooth answer. 

Except with a handsjnke . . . 

And they say they are murdered by pocx* honest mea! 

To be drowned or be shot 
Is our natural lot, 

Why should we, moreover, be hanged in the end- 
After alt our great pains 
For to dangle in chains 
As though we were smugglers, not [<oor honest men! 


\X/^EN the Great Ark, in Vigo Bay, 

Rode stately through the half-manned flce^ 
From every ship about her way 

She heard the mariners entreat — 
" Before we take the seas again 
Let down your boats and send us men! 

"We have no lack of victual here 

With work — God knows 1 — enough for all} 

To hand and reef and watch and steer. 
Because our present strength is small 

While your three decks arc crowded so 

Your crews can scarcely stand or go. 

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"In war, your numbers do but raise 

Confusion and divided will; 
In storm, the mindless deep obeys 

Not multitudes but single skill. 
In calm, your numbers, closely pressed, 
Must breed a mutiny or pest. 

"We, even on unchallenged seas. 
Dare not adventure where we would. 

But forfeit brave advantages 
For lack of men to make 'em good; 

Whereby, to England's double cost. 

Honour and profit both are lostl" 


pROPHETS have honour all over the Earth, 
Except in the village where they were born. 
Where such as knew them boys from birth. 
Nature-ally hold 'em in scorn. 

When Prophets are naughty and young and vain. 
They make a won'erfiil grievance of it; 

(You can see by their writings how they complain). 
But O, 'tis won'erful good for the Prophet! 

There's nothing Nineveh Town can give 
(Nor being swallowed by whales between), 

Makes up for the place where a man's folk live, 
Which don't care nothing what he has been. 

He might ha' been that, or he might ha' been this. 

But they love and they hate him for what he is. 



TUBAL sang of the Wrath of God 

And the curse of thistle and thom — 
But Tubal got him a pointed rod, 
And scrabbled the earth for com. 
Old — old as that early mould. 

Young as the sprouting grain — 
Yearly green is the strife between 
Jubal and Tubal Cain! 

Jubal sang of the new-found sea. 

And the love that its waves divide — 
But Tubal hollowed a fallen tree 
And passed to the further side. 
Blftck — black aa the hurricane-mmdc. 

Salt as the under-main — 
Bitter and cold is the hate they hold — 
Jubal and Tubal Cain! 

Jubal sang of the golden years 

When wars and wounds shall cease — 
But Tubal fashioned the hand-flung spean 
And showM his neighbours peace. 
New — new as the Nine punt Two, 

Older than Lamech's slain — 
Roaring and loud is the feud avowed 
Twix' Jubal and Tubal Cain! 

Jubal sang of the cliff's that bar 

And the peaks that none may crown — 
But Tubal clambered by jut and scar 
And there he builded a town. 
High — high as the snowsheds lie, 

Low as the culverts drain — 
Wherever they be they can never 
Jubal and Tubal C^n! 

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IE gull shall whistle in his wake, the blind wave break 

in fire, 
ihall fulfil God's utmost will, unknowing his desire, 
he shall see old planets change and alien stars arise, 
give the gale his seaworn sail in shadow of new skies, 
ng lust of gear shall drive him forth and hunger arm his 

¥in his food from the desert rude, his pittance from the 

neighbours' smoke shall vex his eyes, their voices break 

his rest, 
shall go forth till south is north sullen and dispossessed. 
}hall desire loneliness and his desire shall bring, 
d on his heels, a thousand wheels, a People and a King, 
ihall come back on his own track, and by his scarce-cooled 

re shall he meet the roaring street, the derrick and the 

re he shall blaze a nation's ways with hatchet and with 

on his last-won wilderness an Empire's outposts stand! 


J ET us now praise famous men 

Men of little showing — 
For their work continuethy 
And their work continuethy 
Broad and deep continuethy 
Greater than their knowing ! 



Western wind siid open watge 
Took US train our iuouien> 
Fhing us on s naked shore 
(Twelve bleak houses by the sfaofcl 
Seven summers by the shoiel) 
'Mid two hundred brothers. 

There we met with famous men 

Set in office o'er us; 
And they beat on us with ro da — 
Faith/ully with many rods — 
Daily beat us on wiui radSt 

For the love diey bore nsl 

Out of Egypt unto Troy — 
Over Hun alaya — 

Far and sure our bands have gone— 
Hy-Brazil or Babylon, 
Islands of the Southern Run, 
And Cities of Cathaia! 

jIhJ wc ail pnuse famous men — 

Ancients of the College; 
For they taught us common sense — 
Tried to teach us common sense — 
Truth and God's Own Common Sens; 

Which is more than knowledge! 

Each degree of Latitude 

Strung about Creation 
Seeth one or more of us 
(Of one muster each of us). 
Diligent in that he does, 

Keen in his vocation. 

This we learned from famous men. 

Knowing not its uses, 
When they showed, in daily work. 

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Man must finish off his work — 
Right or wrong, his daily work — 
And without excuses. 

Servants of the StafF and chain. 

Mine and fuse and grapnel — 
Some, before the face of Kings, 
Stand before the face of Kings; 
Bearing gifts to divers Kings — 

Gifts of case and shrapnel. 

This we learned from famous men 

Teaching in our borders. 
Who declar&d it was best. 
Safest, easiest, and best — 
Expeditious, wise, and best — 

To obey your orders. 

Some beneath the further stars 

Bear the greater burden : 
Set to serve the lands they rule, 
(Save he serve no man may rule). 
Serve and love the lands they rule; 

Seeking praise nor guerdon. 

This we learned from famous men. 

Knowing not we learned it. 
Only, as the years went by — 
Lonely, as the years went by — 
Far from help as years went by. 

Plainer we discerned it. 

Wherefore praise we famous men 

From whose bays we borrow — 
They that put aside To-day — 
All the joys of their To-day — 
And with toil of their To-day 

Bought for us To-morrow! 


^Oir this is the Law 

^nJ the ff^olf that shall . 
ihall break it must 

As the creeper that girdh 
VHtrd and back— 

For the strength of the Pa 
ff^olf is the Pack. 

Wash daily from nose-tij 

too deep; 
And remember the night 

is for sleep. 

The Jackal may follow th 
ers are grown, 

Remember the Wolf is a 
thine own. 

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;n Pack meets with Pack in the Jungle, and neither will 

go from the trail, 
down till the leaders have spoken — it may be fair words 

shall prevail. 

tn ye fight with a Wolf of the Pack, ye must fight him 
alone and afar, 

: others take part in the quarrel, and the Pack be dimin- 
ished by war. 

Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, and where he has made him 

his home, 
even the Head Wolf may enter, not even the Council 

may come. 

Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, but where he has digged it 

too plain. 
Council shall send him a message, and so he shall change 

it again. 

I kill before midnight, be silent, and wake not the woods 

with your bay, 
ye frighten the deer from the crops, and the brothers go 

empty away. 

nay kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs 

as they need, and ye can; 
kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill 

Man I 

I plunder his Kill from a weaker, devour not all in thy 

c-Right is the right of the meanest; so leave him the head 

and the hide. 

Kill of the Pack is the meat of the Pack. Ye must eat 

where it lies; 
no one may carry away of that meat to his lair, or he dies. 


The Kill of the Wolf is the meat of the Wolf. He 

what he will. 
But, till he has given permission, the Pack may not eat d^ 


Cub-Right is the right of the Yearling. From all of his Fi^ 

he may claim 
Full-gcM^ when the killer hu eaten; and none nuf rdM 

him the same. 

Lair-Right is the right of the Mother. From all of her wjr' 

•he may claim 
One huinch of each kill for her litter; and none may dentin 

die same. 
Cave-Right is the right of the Father — to hunt bv him» 

for his own: 
He is freed of all calls to the Pack ; he is judged by the Caai 


Because of his age and his cunning, because of his gripe uJ 

his paw, 
In all that the Law leaveth open, the word of the Hcid Wd( 

is Law. 

Now thete are the Laws of the Jungle, and many andmightji" 

But the head and the hoof of the Late and the haunch «id^ 

hump is — Oiey ! 


(For three things the earth is disquieted, and for four which it t»niio< h 
For a tervant when he reignech and a fool when he is filled with mcUi^ 
odkwa woman when she is married, and an handmaid that bbeirtDki* 

tKM.— PhlV. m. 3I-11-1J.) 

'TpHREE things make earth unquiet 

And four she cannot brook 
The godly Agur counted them 
And put them in a book — 

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Those Four Tremendous Curses 
With which mankind is cursed 
But a Servant when he Reigneth 
Old Agur entered first. 

An Handmaid that is Mistress 

We need not call upon, 

A Fool when he is full of Meat 

Will fall asleep anon. 

An Odious Woman Married 

May bear a babe and mend, 

But a Servant when He Reigneth 

Is Confusion to the end. 

His feet are swift to tumult, 
His hands are slow to toil, 
His ears are deaf to reason, 
His lips are loud in broil. 
He knows no use for power 
Except to show his might. 
He gives no heed to judgment 
Unless it prove him right. 

Because he served a master 

Before his Kingship came. 

And hid in all disaster 

Behind his master's name. 

So, when his Folly opens 

The unnecessary hells, 

A Servant when He Reigneth 

Throws the blame on some one else. 

His vows are lightly spoken, 
His faith is hard to bind, 
His trust is easy broken. 
He fears his fellow-kind. 


The nearest mob will move him 
To break the pledge he gave — 
Oh a Servant when He Reigneth 
Is more than ever slave! 


VVTTIETHER the State can loose and bini 

In Heaven as well as on Earth: 
If it be wiser to kill mankind 

Before or after the birth — 
These are matters of high concern 

Where State-kept schoolmen are; 
But Holy State (we have lived to learn) 

Endeth in Holy War. 

Whether The People be led by the Lord, 

Or lured by the loudest throat: 
If it be quicker to die by the sword 

. Or cheaper to die by vote — 
These are things we have dealt with once, 

(And they will not rise from their grave) 
For Holy People, however it runs, 

Endeth in wholly Slave. 

Whatsoever, for any cause, 

Sceketh to take or give, 
Power above or beyond the Laws, 

Suffer it not to livel 
Holy State or Holy King — 

Or Holy People's Will- 
Have no truck with the senseless thing. 

Order the guns and kill! 
Saying — after — me: — 

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Once there was The People — Terror gave it birth; 
Once there was The People and it made a Hell of Earth. 
Etaih arose and crushed it. Listen, ye slainl 
Once there was The People — // shall never be again I 


FXCELLENT herbs had our fathers of old- 
Excellent herbs to ease their pain — 
Alexanders and Marigold, 

Eyebright, Orris, and Elecampane. 
Basil, Rocket, Valerian, Rue, 

(Almost singing themselves they run) 
Vervain, Dittany, Call-me-to-you — 
Cowslip, Melilot, Rose of the Sun. 

Anything green that grew out of the mould 
Was an excellent herb to our fathers of old. 

Wonderful tales had our fathers of old 

Wonderful tales of the herbs and the stars — 
The Sun was Lord of the Marigold, 

Basil and Rocket belonged to Mars. 
Pat as a sum in division it goes — 

(Every herb had a planet bespoke) — 
Who but Venus should govern the Rose? 

Who but Jupiter own the Oak? 

Simply and gravely the facts are told 

In the wonderful books of our fathers of old. 

Wonderful little, when all is said, 
Wonderfijl little our fathers knew. 

Half their remedies cured you dead — 

Most of their teaching was quite untrue — 


"Look at the stars when a patient is iU, 
(Dirt has nothing to do with disease,) 
Bleed and blister as much as you will, 
Blister and bleed him as oft as you please." 
Whence enormous and manifold 
Errors were made by our fathers of old. 

Tet when the mckneas was ame in the land. 

And ndther planets nor herbs aewi^ged. 
They t(x^ thor Hves in tbdrluicetJurad 

And> di, what a wondoiut war they wagedl 
Tea, wlwn Ae crosaes vetc cJialked <M the doer— 

(Tea, iriien the terriUe dead-cart rofiedj 
Enxllent ccnu^e our fathers bone — 

Excellent heart had our fiithers (rf <dd. 
None too learned, but nobly bold 
Into the fight went our fadiers of old. 

If it be certun, as Galen says — 

And sage Hippocrates holds as much — 
"That those afflicted by doubts and dismays 

Are mighdly helped by a dead man's touch," 
Then, be good to us, stars above! 

Then, be good to us, herbs below! 
We are afflicted by what we can prove, 
We are distracted by what we know — 
So — ah, sol 
Down from your heaven or up from your moiM) 
Send us the hearts of our fathers of old I 


jUR Fathers in a wondrous age. 
Ere yet the Earth was small. 
Ensured to us an herit^e. 
And doubted not at all 


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That we, the children of their heart, 

Which then did beat so high. 
In later time should play like part 

For our posterity. 

A thousand years they steadfast built, 

To 'vantage us and ours. 
The Walls that were a world's despair. 

The sea-constraining Towers: 
Yet in their midmost pride they knew. 

And unto Kings made known, 
Not all from these their strength they drew. 

Their faith from brass or stone. 

Youth's passion, manhood's fierce intent. 

With age's judgment wise. 
They spent, and counted not they spent, 

At daily sacrifice. 
Not lambs alone nor purchased doves 

Or tithe of trader's gold — 
Their lives most dear, their dearer loves. 

They offered up of old. 

Refraining e'en from lawful things. 

They bowed the neck to bear 
The unadornid yoke that brings 

Stark toil and sternest care. 
Wherefore through them is Freedom sure; 

Wherefore through them we stand, 
From all but sloth and pride secure, 

In a delightsome land. 

Then, fretful, murmur not they gave 

So great a charge to keep. 
Nor dream that awestruck Time shall save 

Their labour while we sleep. 


Dear-bought and dear, a tfaouaand year. 

Our fathers' title runt. 
Make we likewise their saciificey 

Defrauding not our sons. 


"T^HEY kiUed a duld to please the Gods 

In earth's young penitence. 
And I have bled in that Babe's stead 
Because of innocence. 

I bear the sins of sinful men 

That have no sin of my own, 

They drive me forth to Heaven's wrath 

Unpastured and alone. 

I am the meat of sacrifice. 

The ransom of man's guilt. 

For they give my life to the altar-knife 

Wherever shrine is built. 

The Goat. 

Between the waving tufts of jungle-grass. 
Up from the river as the twilight falls. 
Across the dust-beclouded plain they pass 
On to the village walls. 

Great is the sword and mighty is the pen. 
But over all the labouring ploughman's blade— 
For on its oxen and its husbandmen 
An Empire's strength is laid. 

The Oxen, 

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The torn boughs trailing o'er the tusks aslant, 
The saplings reeling in the path he trod, 
Declare his might — our lord the Elephant, 
Chief of the ways of God. 

The black bulk heaving where the oxen pant, 
The bowed head toiling where the guns careen. 
Declare our might — our slave the Elephant 
And servant of the Queen. 

The Elephant. 

Dark children of the mere and marsh. 
Wallow and waste and lea, 
Outcaste they wait at the village gate 
With folk of low degree. 

Their pasture is in no man's land. 
Their food the cattle's scorn, 
Their rest is mire and their desire 
The thicket and the thorn. 

But woe to those that break their sleep. 
And woe to those that dare 
To rouse the herd-bull from his keep, 
The wild boar from his lair! 

Pigs and Buffaloes, 

The beasts are very wise, 
Their mouths are clean of lies. 
They talk one to the other, 
Bullock to bullock's brother 
Resting after their labours. 
Each in stall with his neighbours. 
But man with goad and whip. 
Breaks up their fellowship. 


Shouts in their silky ears 
Filling their soul with fears. 
When he has ploughed the land, 
He says: "They understand." 
But the beasts in stall together, 
Freed from the yoke and tether, 
Say as the torn flanks smoke: 
"Nay, 'twas the whip that spdce." 


"TpHE doors were wide, the story suth. 

Out of the night came the patient wnuth. 
He might not speak, and he could not stir 
A hair of the Baron's minniver. 
Speechless and strcngthless, a shadow thin. 
He roved the castle to find his kin. 
And oh! 'twas a piteous sight to see 
The dumb ghost follow his enemy! 

The Return ^ Itrnvj, 

Before my Sprii^ I garnered Autumn's gain, 
Out of her time my neld was white with grain, 
The year gave up her secrets, to my woe. 
Forced and deflowered each sick season lay 
In mystery of increase and decay; 
I saw the sunset ere men see the day, 
Who am too wise in all I should not know. 

iVMiout Benefit of CitTj 

INCLUSIVE EDITION. 1885-1918 637 


TNTO whose use the pregnant suns are poised, 
With idiot moons and stars retracting stars? 
•ecp thou between — thy coming's all unnoised. 
^aven hath her high, as Earth her baser, wars, 
^ir to these tumults, this affright, that fray 
y Adam's, fathers', own, sin bound alway); 
«r up, draw out thy horoscope and say 
hich planet mends thy threadbare fate, or mars. 


'T^HERE'S a convict more in the Central Jail, 

Behind the old mud wall; 
There's a lifter less on the Border trail. 
And the Queen's Peace over all, 
Dear boys, 
The Queen's Peace over all! 

For we must bear our leader's blame, 

On us the shame will fall. 

If we lift our hand from a fettered land 

And the Queen's Peace over all. 

Dear boys, 

The Queen's Peace over all! 

The Lost Legion. 


*Lcss you want your toes trod ofF you'd better get back at 

For the bullocks are walking two by two. 
The byles are walking two by two, 
And the elephants bring the guns. 
Ho! Yuss! 

Great — big — long — black — forty-pounder guns. 
Jiggery-jolty to and fro, 
Each as big as a launch in tow — 

Blind — dumb — broad-breeched — beggars o* battering-guns. 

My Lord the Elephant. 

All the world over, nursing their scars. 
Sit the old fighting-men broke in the wars- 
Sit the old fighting men, surly and grim 
Mocking the lilt of the conquerors* hymn. 

Dust of the battle o'erwhelmed them and hid, 
Fame never found them for aught that they did. 
Wounded and spent to the lazar they drew. 
Lining the road where the Legions roll through. 

Sons of the Laurel who press to your meed, 
(Worthy God's pity most — ye who succeed!) 
Ere you go triumphing, crowned, to the stars. 
Pity poor fighting men, broke in the wars! 


pUT forth to watch, unschooled, alone, 

'Twixt hostile earth and sky; 
The mottled lizard 'neath the stone 
Is wiser here than L 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 639 

What stir across the haze of heat? 

What omen down the wind? 
The buck that break before my feet — 

They know, but I am blind! 


I 9 I 4 - I 8 

AREWELL and adieu to you, Harwich Ladies, 

Farewell and adieu to you, ladies ashore! 
r we've received orders to work to the eastward 
tiere we hope in a short time to strafe 'em some more. 

e*ll duck and we'll dive like little tin turtles, 
e*ll duck and we'll dive underneath the North Seas, 
itil we strike something that doesn't expect us, 
om here to Cuxhaven it's go as you please! 

ie first thing we did was to dock in a minefield, 
hich isn't a place where repairs should be done; 
id there we lay doggo in twelve-fathom water 
^th tri-nitro-toluol hogging our run. 

he next thing we did, we rose under a Zeppelin, 
Ith his shiny big belly half blocking the sky. 
It what in the — Heavens can you do with six-pounders? 
we fired what we had and we bade him good-bye. 
Farewell and adieu, &c. 

Fringes of the Fleet. 



\y HEN first by Eden Tree, 
* ' The Four Great Rivers ran, 
To each was appointed a Man 
Her Prince and Ruler to be. 

But after this was ordained, 
{The ancient legends tell). 
There came dark Israel, 
For whom no River remained. 

Then He Whom the Rivers obey 

Said to him: "Fling on the ground 

A handful of yellow clay. 

And a Fifth Great River shall run. 

Mightier than these Four, 

In secret the Earth around; 

And Her secret evermore, 

Shall be shows to thee and thy Race." 

So it was said and done. 
And, deep in the veins of Earth, 
And, fed by a thousand springs 
That comfort the market-place. 
Or sap the power of Kings, 
The Fifth Great River had birth, 
Even as it was foretold — _ 
The Secret River of Gold! 

And Israel laid down 
His sceptre and his crown, 
To brood on that River bank, 
Where the waters flashed and sank. 


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And burrowed in earth and fell. 
And bided a season below. 
For reason that none might know. 
Save only Israel. . 

He is Lord of the Last — 

The Fifth, most wonderful. Flood, 

He hears Her thunder past 

And Her Song is in his blood. 

He can foresay: "She will fall," 

For he knows which fountain dries 

Behind which desert-belt 

A thousand leagues to the South. 

He can foresay: "She will rise." 

He knows what far snows melt: 

Along what mountain-wall 

A thousand leagues to the North. 

He snuffs the coming drouth 

As he snuffs the coming rain. 

He knows what each will bring forth. 

And turns it to his gain. 

A Ruler without a Throne, 

A Prince without a Sword, 

Israel follows his quest. 

In every land a guest, 

Of many lands a lord. 

In no land King is he. 

But the Fifth Great River keeps 

The secret of Her deeps 

For Israel alone. 

As it was ordered to be. 



T AND of our Birth, wc pledge to thee 
Our love and toil in the years to be; 
When we are grown and take our place, 
rts [ with our race. 

r' 'ho lovest all. 

;n when they call; 

d from age to age, 

Teach us tc e yoke in youth. 

With steadtusii.w, and careful truth; 
That, in our time, Thy Grace may give 

The Truth whereby the Nations live. 

Teach us to rule ourselves alway. 
Controlled and cleanly night and day; 
That we may bring, if need arise. 
No maimed or worthless sacrifice. 

Teach us to look in all our ends. 
On Thee for judge, and not our friends; 
That we, with Thee, may walk uncowed 
By fear or favour of the crowd. 

Teach us the Strength that cannot seek, 
By deed or thought, to hurt the weak; 
That, under Thee, wc may possess 
Man's strength to comfort man's distress. 

Teach us Delight in simple things, 
And Mirth that has no bitter springs; 
Forgiveness free of evil done. 
And Ix>ve to alt men 'neath the sun! 

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Land of our Birthy ourfaith^ our pride^ 

For whose dear sake our fathers died; 

Oh Motherland y we pledge to thee^ 

Heady hearty arid hand through the years to be! 


Elephants of the Gun-Teams 

^E LENT to Alexander the strength of Hercules, 

The wisdom of our foreheads, the cunning of our knees, 
bowed our necks to service — they ne'er were loosed 
.Ice way there, way for the ten-foot teams 
Of the Forty-Pounder train ! 


c^ee heroes in their harnesses avoid a cannon-ball, 
d. what they know of powder upsets them one and all; 
^n we come into action and tug the guns again, — 
tke way there, way for the twenty yoke 
Of the Forty-Pounder train! 

Cavalry Horses 

By the brand on my withers, the finest of tunes 
Is played by the Lancers, Hussars, and Dragoons, 
And it's sweeter than "Stables" or "Water" to mc, 
The Cavalry Canter of" Bonnie Dundee!" 

Then feed us and break us and handle and groom. 
And give us good riders and plenty of room, 
And launch us in column of squadron and see 
The Way of the War-horse to "Bonnie Dundee!" 


Screw-Gun Mules 

As ny companions were scrambling up a hill, 

Th IS lost in rolling stones, but we went forward still; 

For wc can wriggle and climb, my lads, and turn up cvery- 

whe? ;. 
And it's ou in height, with a leg or m 


Good luck 1 , that lets us pick our road! 

Bad luck t< at cannot pack a load! 

For wc can y lads, and turn up every- 

And it's our d >. In height, with a leg or two 
to spare '. 

Commissariat Camels 

We haven't a camel ty tune of our own 
To help us trollop along. 
But every neck is a hair-trombone 
[Rtt-la-ta-la ! is a hair-trombone !) 
And this is our marching-song; 
Can't! Don't! Shan't! Won't' 
Pass it along the line! 
Somebody's pack has slid from his back, 
'Wish it were only mine! 
Somebody's load has tipped off in the road- 
Cheer for a halt and a rowl 
Unr ! Yarrh ! Grr ! Arrh ! 
Somebody's catching it nowl 

All the Beasts Together 

Children of the Camp are we. 
Serving each in his degree; 
Children of the yoke and goad. 
Pack and harness, pad and load. 

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See our line across the plain. 
Like a heel-rope bent again, 
Reaching, writhing, rolling far. 
Sweeping all away to war ! 
While the men that walk beside. 
Dusty, silent, heavy-eyed, 
. Cannot tell why we or they 
March and suffer day by day. 

Children of the Camp are we^ 

Serving each in his degree; 

Children of the yoke and goad^ 

Pack and harness^ pad and load. 


TF YOU can keep your head when all about you 

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you. 
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you. 

But make allowance for their doubting too; 
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting. 

Or being lied about, don't deal in lies. 
Or being hated don't give way to hating. 

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: 

If you can dream — and not make dreams your master; 

If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim, 
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster 

And treat those two impostors just the same; 
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken 

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools. 
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken. 

And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: 


If you can make one heap of all your mmings 

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and*toas. 
And lose, and start again at your b^nnings 

And never breathe a word about your kiss; 
If you can force your heart and nerve and mnew 

To serve your turn long after they are gone. 
And so hold on when there is nothing in you 

Except the Will which says to them: *'Hokl on!" 

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, 

Or walk with IGngs — ^nor lose the common toudi. 
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. 

If all men count with you, but none too much; 
If you can fill the unforgiving minute 

With sixty seconds* worth of distance run. 
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it. 

And — which is more — you'll be a Man, my son! 


(Western Version) 

T-IERE come I to my own again. 

Fed, forgiven and known ag^n. 
Claimed by bone of my bone again 
And cheered by flesh of my flesh. 
The fatted calf is dressed for me. 
But the husks have greater zest for me 
I think my pigs will be best for me, 
So I'm off to the Yards afresh. 

I never was very refined, you see, 
(And it weighs on my brother's mind, you see) 
But there's no reproach among swine, d'you see, 
For being a bit of a swine. 

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So I'm off with wallet and stafF to eat 
The bread that is three parts chafF to wheat. 
But glory be! — there's a laugh to it, 
Which isn't the case when we dine. 

My father glooms and advises me, 
My brother sulks and despises me. 
And Mother catechises me 
Till I want to go out and swear. 
And, in spite of the butler's gravity, 
I know that the servants have it I 
Am a monster of moral depravity. 
And I'm damned if I think it's fair! 

I wasted my substance, I know I did. 

On riotous living, so I did. 

But there's nothing on record to show I did 

More than my betters have done. 

They talk of the money I spent out there — 

They hint at the pace that I went out there — 

But they all forget I was sent out there 

Alone as a rich man's son. 

So I was a mark for plunder at once. 

And lost my cash (can you wonder?) at once. 

But I didn't give up and knock under at once, 

I worked in the Yards, for a spell. 

Where I spent my nights and my days with hogs. 

And shared their milk and maize with hogs. 

Till, I guess, I have learned what pays with hogs 

And — I have that knowledge to sell! 

So back I go to my job again. 
Not so easy to rob again. 
Or quite so ready to sob again 
On any neck that's around. 

ft » 


I leaving, Pater. GcMxl-bye to you! 
d bless you, Mater! I'll write to you. . 
'ouldn't be impolite to you, 
t. Brother, you are a hound! 


hose hands are laid 
1 earth 

Who b.i -nly Lark arise 

And cneer our solemn round— 

The Jest beheld with streaming eyes 
And grovellings on the ground; 

Who joins the flats of Time and Chance 

Behind the prey preferred. 
And thrones on Shncking Circumstance 

The Sacredly Absurd, 

Till Laughter, voiceless through excess, 
Waves mute appeal and sore, 

Above the midriff's deep distress, 
For breath to laugh once more. 

No creed hath dared to hail Him Lord, 
No raptured choirs proclaim, 

And Nature's strenuous Overword 
Hath nowhere breathed His Name. 

Yet, it must be, on wayside jape. 
The selfsame Power bestows 

The selfsame power as went to shape 
His Planet or His Rose. 

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1 9 I 4-18 

F ANY God should say 
** I will restore 

The world her yesterday 
Whole as before 
My Judgment blasted it" — who would not lift 
Heart, eye, and hand in passion o'er the gift? 

If any God should will 
To wipe from mind 
The memory of this ill 
Which is mankind 
In soul and substance now — who would not bless 
Even to tears His loving-tenderness? 

If any God should give 

Us leave to fly 
These present deaths we live. 
And safely die 
In those lost lives we lived ere we were born — 
What man but would not laugh the excuse to scorn? 

For we are what we are — 

So broke to blood 
And the strict works of war — 
So long subdued 
To sacrifice, that threadbare Death commands 
Hardly observance at our busier hands. 


Yet we were what we were. 

And, fashioned so. 
It pltrases us to stare 
At the far show 
or iinbdic%'able years and shapes tJiat flit. 
In our own likeness, on the ei%e of it. 


'TTHERE are three degrees of blis! 

At the toot of Allah's Throne 
And the highest place is his 
Who saves a brother's soul 
At peril of his own. 
There is the Power made known! 

There are three degrees of bliss 
In the Gardens of Paradise, 
And the second place is his 
Who saves his brother's soul 
By excellent advice. 
For there the Glory lies! 

There are three d^rees of bliss 
And three abodes of the Blest, 
And the lowest place is his 
Who has saved a soul by a jest 
And a brother's soul in sport . 
But there do the Angels resort! 

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TX/'HERE'S the lamp that Hero lit 
Once to call Leander home ? 
Equal Time hath shovelled it 

'Neath the wrack of Greece and Rome. 
Neither wait we any more 
That worn sail which Argo bore. 

Dust and dust of ashes close 
All the Vestal Virgins' care; 

And the oldest altar shows 
But an older darkness there. 

Age-encamped Oblivion 

Tenteth every light that shone. 

Yet shall we, for Suns that die, 
Wall our wanderings from desire? 

Or, because the Moon is high 
Scorn to use a nearer fire? 

Lest some envious Pharaoh stir. 

Make our lives our sepulchre? 

Nay ! Though Time with petty Fate 

Prison us and Emperors, 
By our Arts do we create 

That which Time himself devours — 
Such machines as well may run 
'Gainst the Horses of the Sun. 

When we would a new abode. 
Space, our tyrant King no more. 

Lays the long lance of the road 
At our feet and flees before. 

Breathless, ere we overwhelm. 

To submit a further realm! 



^lUCH ! owe to the Lands that grew — 

More to the Lives that fed— 
But most to Allah Who gave me two 
Separate sides to my head. 

Much I reflect on the Good and the True 
In the Faiths beneath the aun. 
But most upon AUafa Who gave ttw t^ro 
^es to my head, not one. 

Wesley's following, Calvin's flodcj' 
White or yellow or bronze, 
Shaman, Ju-ju or Angekdc, 

Minister, Mukamuk, Bonze — 

Here is a health, my brothers, to you. 
However your prayets arc said, 
And praised be Allah Who gave me two 
Separate sides to my head! 

/ would go without shirt or shoe. 
Friend, tobacco or bread. 
Sooner than lose for a minute the two 
Separate sides of my head! 


(Horace, Bk. V. OJe 3) 

TpHERE are whose study is of smells, 

And to attentive schools rehearse 
How something mixed with something else 
Makes something worse. 

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Some cultivate In broths impure 

The clients of our body — these. 
Increasing without Venus, cure. 

Or cause, disease. 

Others the heated wheel extol, 

And all its offspring, whose concern 
Is how to make it farthest roll 

And fastest turn. 

Me, much incurious if the hour 

Present, or to be paid for, brings 
Me to Brundusium by the power 

Of wheels or wings; 

Me, in whose breast no flame hath burned 

Life-long, save that by Pindar lit, 
Such lore leaves cold. I am not turned 

Aside to it 

More than when, sunk in thought profound 
Of what the unaltering Gods require. 

My steward (friend but slave) brings round 
Logs for my fire. 

[>NG OF THE Seal-rookeries. Aleutian Islands) 

IT my mates in the morning (and oh, but I am old!) 
ere roaring on the ledges the summer ground-swell 

•d them lift the chorus that drowned the breakers' 
song — 
leaches of Lukannon — two million voices strong! 


The song oj pleasant stations beside the salt lagoons. 
The song of blowing squadrons that shuffed down the Jmtt, 
The song of midnight dances that churned the sea to fiamt — 
The Beaches oj Lukannon — before the sealers came f 

1 met my mates in the morning (I'll never meet them more!); 
They came and went in legions that darkened all the shore. 
And through the foam-flecked offing as far as voice could 

We hailed the landing-parties and we sang them up the bcidu' 

The Beaches of Lukannon — the winter-wheat so tall — 
The dripping, crinkled lichens, and the sea-fog drenching all! 
The platforms of our playground, all shining smooth and worn! 
The Beaches of Lukannon — the home where we were bom ! 

I meet my mates in the morning, a broken, scattered bani 
Men shoot us in the water and club us on the land; 
Men drive us to the Salt House like dlly sheep and tame, 
And still we sing Lukannon — before the sealers came. 

Wheel down, wheel down to southward / OA, Goooervaska p ! 

And tell the Deep-Sea Viceroys the story of our woe; 

Ercy empty as the shark's egg the tempest fiings ashore. 

The Beaches of Lukannon shall know their sons no more ! i 


TpO THE Heavens above us 
■■■ O look and behold 

The Planets that love us 

All harnessed in gold! 
fVhal chariots, what horses 

Against us shall bide 
While the Stars in their courses 

Do fight OH our side? 

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All thought, all desires, 

That are under the sun. 
Are one with their fires. 

As we also are one. 
All matter, all spirit. 

All fashion, all frame. 
Receive and inherit 

Their strength from the same. 

Oh, man that deniest 

All power save thine own 
Their power in the highest 

Is mightily shown. 
Not less in the lowest 

That power is made clear. 
(Oh, man, if thou knowest. 

What treasure is here!) 

Earth quakes in her throes 

And we wonder for why. 
But the blind planet knows 

When her ruler is nigh; 
And, attuned since Creation 

To perfect accord, 
She thrills in her station 

And yearns to her Lord. 

The waters have risen. 

The springs are unbound — 
The floods break their prison. 

And ravin around. 
No rampart withstands *em. 

Their fury will last. 
Till the Sign that commands 'em 

Sinks low or swings past. 


Through abysses unproven. 

O'er gulfs beyond thought. 
Our portion is woven, 

Our burden is brought. 
Yet They that prepare it. 

Whose Nature we share, 
Make us who must bear it 

Well able to bear. 

Though terrors o'crtake us 

We'll not be afrwd. 
\o Power can unmake us 

Save that which has made: 
Nor yet beyond reason 

Or hope shall we fall — 
All things have their season. 

And Mercy crowns all! 

Then, doubt not, ye fearful— 

The Eternal is King- 
Up, heart, and be cheerful, 

And lustily ang: — 
ff^hai chariots, ahat horses^ 

Jgainsl us shall bide 
While the Stars in their courses 

Do fight on our side ? 


npHERE is sorrow enough in the natural ««? 
*■ From men and women to fill our day; 
And when we are certain of sorrow in store, 
Why do we always arrange for more? 
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware 
ty giving your heart to a dog to tear. 

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Buy a pup and your money will buy 

Love unflinching that cannot lie — 

Perfect passion and worship fed 

By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head. 

Nevertheless it is hardly fair 

To risk your heart for a dog to tear. 

When the fourteen years which Nature permits 

Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits. 

And the vet's unspoken p**escription runs 

To lethal chambers or loaded guns. 

Then you will find — //* j your own affair — 

Bu/ • . . you*ve given your heart to a dog to tear. 

When the body that lived at your single will, 
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!). 
When the spirit that answered your every mood 
Is gone — wherever it goes — for good, 
You will discover how much you care^ 
^nd will give your heart to a dog to tear. 

We've sorrow enough in the natural way, 

When it comes to burying Christian clay. 

Our loves are not given, but only lent. 

At compound interest of cent per cent. 

Though it is not always the case, I believe, 

That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve: 

For, when debts are payable, right or wrong, 

A short-time loan is as bad as a long — 

So why in — Heaven {before we are there) 

Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear 1 



(I I Samuel xiv» 14.) 

|F THOUGHT can reach t» Heaven, 

On Heaven let it dwell. 
For fear thy Thought be given 

Like power to reach to Hell. 
For fear the desolation 

And darkness of thy mind 
Perplex an habitation 

Which thou hast left behind* 

Let nothing linger after — 

No whimpering ghost remun. 
In wall, or beam, or rafter. 

Of any hate or pdn. 
Cleanse and call home thy spirit. 

Deny her leave to cast, 
On aught thy heirs inherit. 

The shadow of her past. 

For think, in all thy sadness, 

What road our griefs may take; 
Whose brain reflect our madness. 

Or whom our terrors shake: 
For think, lest any languish 

By cause of thy distress — 
The arrows of our anguish 

Fly farther than we guess. 

Our lives, our tears, as water. 

Are spilled upon the ground; 
God giveth no man quarter. 

Yet God a means hath found. 
Though faith and hope have vanished. 

And even love grows dim — 
A means whereby His banished 

Be not expelled from Him ! 

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^EES! Bees! Hark to your bees ! 

*' Hide from your neighbours as much as you please^ 
But all that has happened^ to us you must tell. 
Or else we will give you no honey to sell I** 

A maiden in her glory^ 

Upon her wedding-day, 
Must tell her Bees the story. 
Or else they'll fly away. 
Fly away — die away — 

Dwindle down and leave you! 
But if you don't deceive your Bees, 
Your Bees will not deceive you. 

Marriage, birth or buryin'. 

News across the seas, 
All you're sad or merry in, 
You must tell the Bees. 

Tell 'em coming in an' out. 
Where the Fanners fan, 
'Cause the Bees are just about 
As curious as a man! 

Don't you wait where trees are. 

When the lightnings play. 
Nor don't you hate where Bees are. 
Or else they'll pine away. 

Pine away — dwine away — 
Anything to leave you ! 
But if you never grieve your Bees, 
Your Bees '11 never grieve you. 




Y WAS Lord of Gties verj tomptuoiitly faoiUed. 

Seven roftring Qties pud me tribate fnm afiv. 
Ivoiy their outposts were — the gntrdrooois of than pkkd. 
And garrisoned with Amaaons ioTuicihle in war. 

All the worid went sofdy when it walkiBd before my Cttr- 
Neither King nor Army vexed my pwylcs at their toil 
Never horse nor chariot irked or overbore mv Qtiei^ 
Never Mob nor Ruler questioned whence tney drew tkir 

Banded, mailed and arrogant from sunrise onto sunset, 
Singing while they sacked it, they possessed the land atliip' 
Yet when men would rob them, they resisted, they ouuk 

And pierced the smoke of batde with a thousand^dKtd 


So they warred and trafficked only yesterday, my Cities. 
To-day there is no mark or mound of where my Cities stooi 
For the River rose at midnight and it washed away my Citiei 
They are evened with Adantis and the towns before 

Run on rain-gorged channels raised the water-levels rouod 

Freshet backed on freshet swelled and swept their worU 

from sight, 
mi the emboldened floods linked arms and, flashing fbrwaidi 

drowned them — 
Drowned my Seven Cities and their peoples in one night! 

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nr among the alders lie their derelict foundations, 

le beams wherein they trusted and the plinths whereon they 

y rulers and their treasure and their unborn populations, 
sad, destroyed, aborted, and defiled with mud and silt! 

le Daughters of the Palace whom they cherished in my 

y silver-tongued Princesses, and the promise of their May — 
leir bridegrooms of the June-tide — sdl have perished in my 

1th the harsh envenomed virgins that can neither love nor 


was Lord of Cities — I will build anew my Cities, 
rven, set on rocks, above the wrath of any flood. 
or will I rest from search till I have filled anew my Cities 
^th peoples undefeated of the dark, enduring blood. 

'o the sound of trumpets shall their seed restore my Cities 
i^ealthy and well-weaponed, that once more may I behold 
11 the world go softly when it walks before my Cities, 
^ the horses and the chariots fleeing from them as of oldl 


^EITHER the harps nor the crowns amused, nor the 

cherubs* dove-winged races — 
folding hands forlornly the Children wandered beneath the 

lucking the splendid robes of the passers by, and with pitiful 

^egging what Princes and Powers refused: — "Ah, please 

will you let us go home?" 


Orcr die jeadkd ioor, u^ ipceping, ru ID them Blwy ^ 

KncHfd and caxcmed and made ptomiae with ktttei, and 

drew thcni akMiK to the galcwav 
Yea, the aU-iraii nabmeafak Door whkh Frter must guaid 

and none other. 
Stnq^twaT She took the Keys from hb keeping, and opened 

and freed them stra^glitway. 

Then, to Her Scm» Who had aeen and amiled, !9ie said: "Oh 

the mght that I bore Thee> 
What didst Thoo care fer a love beyond nune or a hetvcs 

that was not my aim? 
Didst Thoa push frcxn the nipple»0 Child, to hear the angds 

adore Thee? 
Wlicn we two lay in the breath of the kine i " And He said r- 

*'Thou hast done no hann/' 

So through the Void the Children ran homeward merrily 
hand in hand. 

Looking neither to left nor right where the breathless Heav- 
ens stood still. 

And the Guards of the Void resheathed their swords, for they 
heard the Command: 

"Shall I that have suffered the Children to come to Me 
them against their will?" 



'TPHERE runs a road by Merrow Down- 

A grassy track to-day it is — 
An hour out of Guildford town. 
Above the river Wey it is. 

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Here, when they heard the horse-bells ring^ 
The ancient Britons dressed and rode 

To watch the dark Phoenicians bring 
Their goods along the Western Road. 

Yes, here, or hereabouts, they met 
To hold their racial talks and such — 

To barter beads for Whitby jet. 
And tin for gay shell torques and such. 

But long and long before that time 

(When bison used to roam on it) 
Did Taffy and her Daddy climb 

That Down, and had their home on it. 

Then beavers built in Broadstonebrook 
And made a swamp where Bramley stands; 

And bears from Shere would come and look 
For Taffimai where Shamley stands. 

The Wey, that Taffy called Wagai, 
Was more than six times bigger then; 

And all the Tribe of Tegumai 
They cut a noble figure then! 


Of all the Tribe of Tegumai 

Who cut that figure, none remain, — 
On Merrow Down the cuckoos cry — 

The silence and the sun remain. 

But as the faithful years return 
And hearts unwounded sing again, 

Comes Taffy dancing through the fern 
To lead the Surrey spring again. 


Her brows are bound with bracken- froods, 
And golden elf-locks fly above; 

Her eyes are bnghr as diamonds 
And bluer than the sky above. 

In OKicassiDS and deer-skin cloak, 
sir she flits. 
And iigiii.3 ■ np-wood smoke 

To show where she flits. 

For far — oh, vcr chind, 

So fu- she cani I to him. 

Conies Tegamai an <o find 
The daughter that was all to him! 


fyj) Mother Laidinwool had nigh twelve months btci 

^ dead. 

She hcanl the hops was doing well, an' so poppeil up ^ 

For said she: "The lads I've picked with when 1 was f^ 

and fair. 
Tl»cy're bound to be «t hopping and I'm bound to meet c" 


Lttwu ap snJgo 

Back u the mart I imv, LardI 

Bmck /v /Ar work I tttoa, Im^.' 

far it's dark wArrr I iirdoven. My Lord I 

Jim' it' J dtrk ukert I iit down ! 

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1 Mother Laidinwool, she give her bones a shake, 

i' trotted down the churchyard-path as fast as she could 

e met the Parson walking, but she says to him, says she: — 
)h don't let no one trouble for a poor old ghost like me!" 

Kras all a warm September an' the hops had flourished 

t saw the folks get into 'em with stockin's en their hands; 
' none of 'em was foreigners but all which she had known,, 
d old Mother Laidinwool she blessed 'em every one. 

t saw her daughters picking an' their childern them-beside, 
she moved among the babies an' she stilled 'em when 

they cried. 
t saw their clothes was bought, not begged, an' they was 

clean an' fat, 
' CNd Mother Laidinwool she thanked the Lord for that. 

I Mother Laidinwool she waited on all day 
til it come too dark to see an' people went away — 
til it come too dark to see an' lights began to show, 
' old Mother Laidinwool she hadn't where to go. 

1 Mother Laidinwool she give her bones a shake, 
trotted back to churchyard-mould as fast as she could 

5 went where she was bidden to an' there laid down her 

ghost, . . . 
' the Lord have mercy on you in the Day you need it most! 

Let me in agairty 

Otit of the wet an" rain^ Lord ! 

Out of the wet an* rainy Lord ! 

For it's best as You shall sayy My Lord ! 

An* it*s best as You shall say I 




\yHEN Julius Fabricius, Sul>-P«fect of the Weald, 

In the days of DiocleOan owned our Lower Rivcr.fieU, 
He called to him Hobdenius — a Briton of the Clay, 
Saying: "What about that River-piece for layin' in to haW" 

And the aged Hobden answered: "I remember as a lad 
My father told your father that she wanted drcenin' bad. 
An' the more that you neeglect 

Have it jesttfj you've a mind to, 1 

lat she wanted drcenm bad. \ 
lect her the less you'll get her | 

to, but, if I was you, I'ddrccn." 1 

So they drained it long and crossways in the lavish Roman 

style — 
Still we find among the river-drift their flakes of ancient dk, 
And in drouthy middle August, when the bones of meadows 

We can trace the lines they followed nxteen hundred yein 


Then Julius Fabricius died as even Prefects do. 
And after certain centuries, Imperial Rome di«d too. 
Then did robbers enter Britain from across the Northeni 

And our Lower River-field was won by Ogier the Dane. 

Well could Ogier work his war-boat — well could O^er wield 

his brand — 
Much he knew of foaming waters — not so much of fanning 

So he called to him a Hobden of the old unaltered blood, 
Saying: "What about that River-piece, she doesn't look no 


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And that aged Hobden answered: " Tain't for me to interfere, 
But I've known that bit o' meadow now for five and fifty year. 
Have It jest as you've a mind to, but I've proved it time on 

If you want to change her nature you have gpi to give her 


Ogier sent his wains to Lewes, twenty hours' solemn walk. 
And drew back great abundance of the cool, grey, healing 

And old Hobden spread it broadcast, never heeding what was 

Which is why in cleaning ditches, now and then we find a flint. 

Ogier died. His sons grew English — Anglo-Saxon was their 

name — 
Till out of blossomed Normandy another pirate came; 
For Duke William conquered England and divided with his 

And our Lower River-field he gave to William of Warenne. 

But the Brook (you know her habit) rose one rainy autumn 

And tore down sodden flitches of the bank to left and right. 
So, said William to his BailiflF as they rode their dripping 

"Hob, what about that River-bit — the Brook's got up no 


And that aged Hobden answered: **'Tain't my business to 

But ye might ha' known 'twould happen from the way the 

valley lies. 
Where ye can't hold back the water you must try and save the 

Hev it jest as you've a mind to, but, if I was you, I'd spile!" 


They spiled along the water-course with trunks of n 

And planks of elms behind 'em and immortal oaken kiwet 
And when the spates of Autumn whirl the gravel-beds i*i|i 
You can sec their faithful fragments iron-hard in iron cUt 

Georgii ^uirHi Anno Sexlo, I, who own the Rivcr-fietd, 
Am fortified with title-deeds, attested, signed and sealed. I 
Guaranteeing me, my assigns, my executors and heirs 
All sorts of powers and profits which — are neither mine nut j 
theirs. J 

I have rights of chase and warren, as my dignity require! ■ 
I can fish — but Hobden tickles. I can shoot— but Hobdtf \ 

I repair, but he reopens, certain gaps which, men allege, 
Have been used by every Hobden since a Hobden swappeJ « 


Shall I dog his morning progress o'er the track-betraj-ing 

Demand his dinner-basket into which my pheasant flew? 
Confiscate his evening faggot under which the conies ran, 
And summons htm to judgment? I would sooner summons 


His dead are in the churchyard — thirty generations laid. 
Their names were old in history when Domesday Book wii 

And the passion and the piety and prowess of his line 
Have seeded, rooted, fruited in some land the Law calls mine. 

Not for any beast that burrows, not for any bird that flie), 
Would I lose his large sound council, miss his keen amending 

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is bailiff, woodman, wheelwright, field-surveyor, engineer, 
d if flagrantly a poacher — 'tain't for me to interfere. 

[oby what about that River-bit?" I turn to him again, 

th Fabricius and Ogier and William of Warenne 

[ev it jest as you've a mind to, but'^ — and here he takes 

r whoever pays the taxes old Mus' Hobden owns the land. 


17HEN the cabin port-holes are dark and green 

Because of the seas outside; 
len the ship goes wop (with a wiggle between) 
d the steward falls into the soup-tureen, 
\nd the trunks begin to slide; 
len Nursey lies on the floor in a heap, 
d Mummy tells you to let her sleep, 
d you are n't waked or washed or dressed, 
ly, then you will know (if you have n't guessed) 
u 're "Fifty North and Forty West!" 

How the Whale Got His Throat. 

The Camel's hump is an ugly lump 
Which well you may see at the 2^; 

But uglier yet is the hump we get 
From having too little to do. 

Kiddies and grown-ups too-00-00. 
If we have n't enough to do-00-00. 

We get the hump — 

Cameelious hump — 
The hump that is black and blue! 


We dimb out of bed witb a froaJLy liead 

And a tnarly-yaiiv vcnce. 
We shiver and scowl and we grunt and we groirf 

At our bath and our boots and our toys; 

And there ought to be a comer for me 
(And I know there is one for you) 

When we get the hump — 

Cameelious hump — 
The hump that is black and blue! 

The cure for this ill is not to At still. 
Or frowst with a bode by the fire; 
But to take a large hoe and a shovel also. 

And dig till you gently perspire; 

And then you will find that the sun and the wind, 
And the Djinn of the Garden too. 

Have lifted the hump — 

The horrible hump — 
The hump that is black and blue! 

I get it as well as you-oo-oo — 
If I haven't enough to do-oo-oo! 

We all get hump — 

Cameelious hump — 
Kiddies and grown-ups too! 

How the Camel Got His Hump. 

I am the Most Wise Baviaan, saying in most wise tones, 
**Let us melt into the landscape — just us two by our lones.'* 
People have come — in a carriage — calling. But Mummy is 

there. . . . 
Yes, I can go if you take me — Nurse says she don't care. 
Let's go up to the pig-styes and sit on the farmyard rails! 

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Let 6 say things to the bunnies, and watch 'em skitter their 

Let's — oh, anything^ daddy, so long as it's you and me. 
And going truly exploring, and not being in till tea! 
Here's your boots (I've brought 'em), and here's your cap and 

And here's your pipe and tobacco. Oh, come along out of it 

— quick! 

How the Leopard Got His Spots. 

I k«ep six honest serving-men 

(They taught me all I knew); 
Their names are What and Why and When 

And How and Where and Who. 
I send them over land and sea, 

I send them east and west; 
But after they have worked for me, 

/ give them all a rest. 

/ let them rest from nine till five. 

For I am busy then. 
As well as breakfast, lunch, and tea. 

For they are hungry men. 
But different folk have different views; 

I know a person small — 
She keeps ten million serving-men, 

Who get no rest at all ! 

She sends 'em abroad on her own affairs, 
From the second she opens her eyes — 

One million Hows, two million Wheres, 
And seven million Whys! 

The Elephant's Child. 



TUt b die moatlKfilliiig song of die noe that WIS nt ^^ 

Run in a single bant— onlf event of its kind — 
Started by B% God Nqong from WarrigabonigsfQoma» 
Old Man Ka^aroo firs^ YcOow-Dog Dingo behincL 

Kangaitx> boonded away, his bacU^ woridnff Gke pittost- 
Bounded from morning till dark, twenty-five feet at a booad 
YeOow-Dqg Dingo lay like a yellow doud in the distance- 
Much too busy to baric My I but they covered the gromnO 

Nobody knows where diey went^ or followed the tnxk tkit 

they flew in. 
For that Continent had n*t been given a name. 
They ran thirty degrees, from Torres Straits to the Lceuvii 
(Look at the Atlas, please), then they ran back as they came. 

S'posing you could trot from Adelaide to the Pacific, 
For an afternoon's run — half what these gentlemen did— 
You would feel rather hot, but your legs would develop 

terrific — 
Yes, my importunate son, you'd be a Marvellous Kid! 

The Sing-Song of Old Man Kangaroo. 

I've never sailed the Amazon, 

I've never reached Brazil; 
But the Don and Magdalena^ 

They can go there when they will! 

Yes, weekly from Southampton, 
Great steamers, white and gold. 
Go rolling down to Rio 
(Roll down — ^roll down to Rio!)- 
And I'd like to roll to Rio 
Some day before I'm old! 

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e never seen a Jaguar 
^or yet an Armadill — 
iilloing in his armour, 
Ind I s'pose I never will. 

Unless I go to Rio 
These wonders to behold — 
Roll down — roll down to Rio — 
Roll really down to Rio! 
Oh, Fd love to roll to Rio 
Some day before I'm old! 

The Beginning of the Armadilloes. 

China-going P. and 0/s 

Pass Pau Amma's playground close. 

And his Pusat Tasek lies 

Near the track of most B. I.'s 

N.Y.K. and N.D.L. 

Know Pau Amma's home as well 

As the Fisher of the Sea knows 

** Bens," M.M.'s, and Rubattinos. 

But (and this is rather queer) 

A.T.L.'s can not come here; 

O. and O. and D.O.A. 

Must go round another way. 

Orient, Anchor, Bibby, Hall, 

Never go that way at all. 

U.C.S. would have a fit 

If it found itself on it. 

And if "Beavers" took their cargoes 

To Penang instead of Lagos, 

Or a fat Shaw-Savill bore 

Passengers to Singapore, 

Or a White Star were to try a 

Little trip to Sourabaya, 


Or a BSJi. went on 

Past Natal to Chcnbcn, 

Then gtrat Mr, LJoyds irould come 

With a wire and drag them bofnc! 

You'll know wbat my riddle means 
When you've eaten mangosteens. 

The Crak Thai Piayed vifh ihe Sta. 

Pussy can sit by the lire and sing, 

Puss)' can climb a tree. 
Or play with a »lly old CMit and string 

To 'muse herself, not me, 
But / like Binkie my dog, because 

He knows how to behave; 
So, Binkie's the same as the First Friend was. 

And I am the Man in the Cave! 

Pussy will play man-Friday rill 

It's rime to wet her paw 
And make her walk on the window-nil 

{For the footprint Crusoe saw); 
Then she fluffles her tail and mews, 

And scratches and won't attend. 
But Bmkie will play whatever I choose. 

And he is my true First Friend 1 

Pussy will nib my knees with her head 

Pretending she loves me hard; 
But the very minute I go to my bed 

Pussy runs out in the yard, 
And there she stays rill the momii^-light; 

So I know it is only pretend; 
But Binkie, he snores at my feet all night. 

And he is my Firetest Friend! 

The Cat That Walked by Himief. 

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There was never a Queen like Balkis, 

From here to the wide world's end; 
But Balkis talked to a butterfly 

As you would talk to a friend. 

There was never a King like Solomon, 

Not since the world began; 
But Solomon talked to a butterfly 

As a man would talk to a man. 

She was Queen of Sabsea — 

And he was Asia's Lord — 
But they both of 'em talked to butterflies 

When they took their walks abroad! 

The Butterfly That Stamped. 


{A Country Dance) 

EN Bess was Harry s daughter. Stand forward 
artncrs all I 

and stomacher and gown 
need King Philip down-a, down^ 
7 her shoe to show *twas true — 

very tune Fm playing you) 
gem at Brickwall !^ 

leen was in her chamber, and she was middling old, 
tticoat was satin, and her stomacher was gold, 
ard and forward and sideways did she pass, 
I up her mind to face the cruel looking-glass, 
iiel looking-glass that will never show a lass 
lely or as kindly or as young as what she was! 

3ess was Harry* s daughter. Now hand your partners all! 

of Queen Elizabeth's shoes are still at Brickwall House, North- 

iam, Sussex. 



The Queen was in her chamber, apcombing of her lunr. 
There came Queen Mary's npint and It stood behind her 


Singing '* Backward and forward and sidewAvs mayyoapasi 
But I will stand behind you till you face die locddqg-^aM. 
The cruel looking-glass that will never show a lass 
As lovely or unlucky or as lonely as I was!" 

^fieen Bess was Harry* s daughier. Nam ium jmar fartam 

The Queen was in her chamber, a-weeping very aofc^ 
There came Lord Leicester's spirit and It scratdied upon die 

Sinpng ** Backward and forward and adeways may you pass. 
But I will walk beside you till ]rou face the looldng-^ass. 
The cruel looking-glass that will never show a lass. 
As hard and unforgiving or as wicked as you was!" 

^uctn Bess was Harry s daughter. Now kiss your partners 

The Queen was in her chamber, her sins were on her head. 
She looked the spirits up and down and statelily she said: — 
'"Backward and forward and sideways though IVe been. 
Yet I am Harry's daughter and I am England's Queen!" 
And she faced the looking-glass (and whatever else there was) 
And she saw her day was over and she saw her beauty pass 
In the cruel looldng-glass, that can always hurt a lass 
More hard than any ghost there is or any man there was! 


TTALOUR and Innocence 

Have latterly gone hence 
To certain death by certain shame attended. 

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Envy — ah! even to tears! — 

The fortune of their years 

Which, though so few, yet so divinely ended. 

Scarce had they lifted up 

Life's full and fiery cup. 

Than they had set it down untouched before them. 

Before their day arose 

They beckoned it to close — 

Close in confusion and destruction o'er them. 

They did not stay to ask 

What prize should crown their task — 

Well sure that prize was such as no man strives for; 

But passed into eclipse. 

Her kiss upon their lips — 

Even Belphcebe's, whom they gave their lives for! 



VER the edge of the purple down. 
Where the single lamplight gleams. 
Know ye the road to the Merciful Town 

That is hard by the Sea of Dreams — 
Where the poor may lay their wrongs away. 

And the sick may forget to weep ? 
But we — pity us! Oh, pity us! 

We wakeful; ah, pity us! — 
We must go back with Policeman Day — 

Back from the City of Sleep! 

Weary they turn from the scroll and crown. 
Fetter and prayer and plough — 

They that go up to the Merciful Town, 
For her gates are closing now. 


It is their right in the BatJis of Night 

Body and soul to steep. 
Bat wc— pity us! ah, pity us! ^^m 

We wakeful- oh, pity us! — ^H 

We must go back with Policeman Daj^^K 

Back from the Citj' of Sleep! 

CHtr the edge of the purple down. 

Ere the tender dreams b^n. 
Look — we may look — at the Merciful Town, 

But we may not enter in! 
Outcasts all, from her guarded wall 

Back to our watch we creep: 
We— pit>- us! ah, piry us! 

We wakeful; oh, pity us!— 
We that go back with Policeman Day — 

Back inuB the City of Sleep! 


'T'HERE was darkness under Heaven 

For an hour's space — 
Darkness that we knew was given 

Us for special grace. 
Sun and moon and stars were hid, 

God had left His Throne, 
When Helen came to me, she did, 

Helen all alone! 

Side by side (because our fate 

Damned us ere our birth) 
We stole out of Umbo Gate 

Looking for the Earth. 

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Hand in pulling hand amid 

Fear no dreams have known, 
Helen ran with me, she did, 

Helen all alone! 

When the Horror passing speech 

Hunted us along. 
Each laid hold on each, and each 

Found the other strong. 
In the teeth of Things forbid 

And Reason overthrown, 
Helen stood by me, she did, 

Helen all alone! 

When, at last, we heard those Fires 

Dull and die away. 
When, at last, our linked desires 

Dragged us up to day; 
When, at last, our souls were rid 

Of what that Night had shown, 
Helen passed from me, she did, 

Helen all alone! 

Let her go and find a mate. 

As I will find a bride. 
Knowing naught of Limbo Gate 

Or Who are penned inside. 
There is knowledge God forbid 

More than one should own. 
So Helen went from me, she did. 
Oh my soul, be glad she did! 

Helen all alone! 



POR a season there must be pain— 

For a little, little space 
I shall lose the sight of her face, 
Take back the old life again 
While She is at rest in her place. 

For a season this pain must endure. 
For a little, little while 
I shall sigh more often than smile 
Till Time shall work me a cure. 
And the pitiful days beguile. 

For that season we must be apart. 
For a little length of years, 
Till my life's last hour nears. 
And, above the beat of my heart, 
I hear Her voice in my ears. 

But I shall not understand — 

Being set on some later love. 

Shall not know her for whom I strove, 

Till she reach me forth her hand. 

Saying, "Who but I have the right?" 

And out of a troubled night 

Shall draw me safe to the land. 


'pROM the wheel and the drift of Things 

Deliver us. Good Lord, 
And we will face the wrath of Kings 
The faggot and the sword! 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 68i 

Lay not Thy Works before our eyes 
Nor vex us with Thy Wars 
Lest we should feel the straining skies 
O'ertrod by trampling stars. 

Hold us secure behind the gates 

Of saving flesh and bone. 

Lest we should dream what Dream awaits 

The soul escaped alone. 

Thy Path, Thy Purposes conceal 
From our beleaguered realm, 
Lest any shattering whisper steal 
Upon us and overwhelm. 

A veil 'twixt us and Thee, Good Lord, 
A veil 'twixt us and Thee, 
Lest we should hear too clear, too clear. 
And unto madness see ! 


TJNTIL thy feet have trod the Road 

Advise not wayside folk, 
Nor till thy back has borne the Load 
Break in upon the broke. 

Chase not with undesired largesse 

Of sympathy the heart 
Which, knowing her own bitterness, 

Presumes to dwell apart. 


Employ not that glad hand to raise 
The God-forgotten head 
•To Heaven, and all the neighbours' gaie— 
I Cover thy mouth instead. 

The quivering chin, the bitten lip, 

The cold and sweating brow, ^ 

Later may yearn for fellowship — 
Not now, you ass, not now! ] 

L . . J . 

T"ime, not thy ne'er so timely speedb 
I Life, not thy views thereon, ^ 

IShall furnish or deny to each i 

His consolation. 

Or, if impelled to interfere. 

Exhort, uplift, advise. 
Lend not a base, betraying ear 

To all the victim's cries. 

Only the Lord can understand 
When those first pangs b^n. 

How much is reflex action and 
How much is really sin. 

E'en from good words thyself refndti, 

And tremblingly admit 
There is no anodyne for pain 

Except the shock of it. 

So, when thine own dark hour dtaO fall, 
Unchallenged canst thou say: 

"I never worried jiow at all, 
For God's sake go away!" 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885^1918 683 


E Mor the Peacock flutterSi ere the Monkey People 

t Chil the Kite swoops down a furlong sheer. 
High the Jungle very softly flits a shadow and a sigh — 
e is Fear, O Little Hunter, he is Fear! 
r softly down the glade runs a waiting, watching shade, 
id the whisper spreads and widens far and near. 
the sweat is on thy brow, for he passes even now — 
e is Fear, O Little Hunter, he is Fear! 

the moon has climbed the mountain, ere the rocks are 

ribbed with light, 
hen the downward-dipping trails are dank and drear, 
es a breathing hard behind thee — snuffle-snuffle through 

the night — 
is Fear, O Little Hunter, it is Fear! 
hy knees and draw the tx)w; bid the shrilling arrow go; 
the empty, mocking thicket plunge the spear! 
thy hands are loosed and weak, and the blood has left 

thy cheek — 
is Fear, O Little Hunter, it is Fear! 

n the heat-cloud sucks the tempest, when the slivered 

pine-trees fall, 
hen the blinding, blaring rain-squalls lash and veer, 
>ugh the war-gongs of the thunder rings a voice more loud 

than all — 
is Fear, O Little Hunter, it is Fear! 
^ the spates are banked and deep; now the footless bouU 

ders leap — 
ow the lightning shows each littlest leaf-rib clear — 
thy throat is shut and dried, and thy heart against thy 

ammers: Fear, O Little Hunter — this is Fear! 



Act n. ScBWE 2. 

Tkep^m&mimtkeGmiims. Enter FBrnonr a«d m/ 4b Km 

FBiDDTAirD. Tour tierod'a too long at hack, Sr. HA 

Bat a paangeJunHt that feoted ere ive caoght him, 
Dangmmtly free o* die air. 'Faith vere he aune 
(As mine's the ^bve he hinds to far his tiringi) 
I*d II7 him with a make-hawk. He's in yarak 
Phimed to die very point. So manned so — wtathci edl 
Give him the firmament God made him far 
And what shall take the ur of him? 

The King. A young wing yet 
Bold — overbold on the perch but, think you, Ferdinand, 
He can endure the raw skies yonder? Cozen 
Advantage out of the teeth of the hurricane? 
Choose lus own mate against the lammer-geier? 
Ride out a night-^long tempest, hold his pitch 
Between the lightning and the cloud it leaps from, 
too preyed to kill? 

Ferdinaxd. rU answer for him. 
Bating all parable, I know the 
There*s a bleak devil in the young, my Lord; 
God put it there to save 'em from their elders 
And break their father's heart, but bear them scatheless 
Through mire and thorns and blood if need be. Think 
What our prime saw! Such ^ory, such achievements 
As now our children, wondering at, examine 
Themselves to see if they shall haixlly equal. 
But what cared we while we wrought the wonders? Nothing* 
The rampant deed contented. 


The King. Little enough. God knows! But afterwards. — 
Then comes the reckoning. I would save him that. 

Ferdinand. Save him dry scars that ache of winter- 

Worn out self-pity and as much of knowledge 

Us makes old men fear judgment? Then loose him — ^loose 

fk* God's name loose him to adventure early! 

fijad trust some random pike, or half-backed horse. 

Besides what's caught in Italy, to save him. 

The King. I know. I know. And yet. . • • What 
stirs in the garden? 

Enter Gow anJa Gardener bearing the Princess body 

Ferdinand. (Gods give me patience!) Gow and a gar- 
Bearing some load along in the dusk to the dunghill. 
Nfay — a dead branch — But as I said, the Prince 

The King. They've laid it down. Strange they should 
work so late. 

Gow {setting down the body). Heark, you unsanctified fool 
^hile I set out our story. We found it, this side the North 
^ark wall which it had climbed to pluck nectarines from the 
Uley. Heark again ! There was a nectarine in its hand when 
^e found it, and the naughty brick that slipped from the cop- 
tig beneath its foot and so caused its death, lies now under 
^ wall for the King to see. 

The King {above). The King to see! Why should he? 
i^o's the man? 


Gardener, 1 
'ng nectarines, i 
"hy our Lady th, 

Gow (il^s ii„ 

nim y'are the Bn 

Mlund the la„rela 

The King. WI 

"'■ I'll go look. 

Ferdinand (a^ 

Gow. God save 

The Kino, The 
ncm Ihijac,.) 
My Hesh and blood! 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 687 

te KiHG. "Loosed to adventure early!" TcU the tale. 

iow. Saddest truth alack! I came upon him not a half 
r since, fallen from the North Park wall over against the 
q>ark side — dead — dead! — a nectarine in his hand that 
dear lad must have climbed for, and plucked the very 
mnt, look you, that a brick slipped on the coping. 'Tis 
!t now. So I lifted him> but his neck was as you see — and 
ady cold. 

HE King. Oh, very cold. But why should he have 
ibled to climb? He was free of all the fruit in my garden 
I knows! . . . What, Gow? 

low. Surely, God knows! 

'he King. A lad's trick. But I love him the better 
it. . . . True, he's past loving. . ... And now 
nust tell our Queen. What a coil at the day's end ! She'll 
ve for him. Not as I shall, Ferdinand, but as youth for 
th. They were much of the same age. Playmate for 
miate. See, he wears her colours. That is the knot she 
e him last — last. ... Oh God! When was yester- 

ERDiNAND. Come in! Come in, my Lord. There's a 
' falling. 

HE King. He'll take no harm of it. I'll follow prcs- 

jT. . • • 

s all his mother's now and none of mine — 
very face on the bride-pillow. Yet I tricked her. 
that was later — and she never guessed. 

> not think he sinned much — he's too young — 

ch the same age as my Queen. God must not judge him 

» hardly for such slips as youth may fall in. 

; I'll entreat that Throne. 
{Prays by the body.) 



Gow. The Heave/13 hold up still. Earth opens noi ud ', 
this dew's mere water. What shallaman think of ttall? (Tb 
Gardener.) Not dead yet, sirrah? I bade you follow tk ] 
Prince. Despatch! 

Gardener. Some kind soul pluck out the dagger. Why 
did you slay me ? I'd done no wrong, I'd ha' kept it secret 
till my dying day. But not now — not now! I'm dying. 
The Prince fell from the Queen's chamber window. 1 saw it 
in the nut-alley. He was— - 

Ferdikakd. But what made you in the nut-ailcy at that 

Gardener. No wrong. No more than another mait'i 
wife. Jocastaof the still-room. She'd kissed mc good-night 
too; but that's over with the rest. . . . I've stumbled ou 
the Prince's beastly loves, and I pay for all. Let me pass! 

Gow. Count it your fortune, honest man. You would 
have revealed it to your woman at the next meeting. You 
flcshmongers are all one feather. [Plucks out the ^gger.) 
Go in peace and lay your death to Fortune's door. He's 
sped — thank Fortune! 

Ferdihand. Who knows not Fortune, glutted on easy 

Stealing from feasts as rare to coney-catch 
Privily in the hedgerows for a clown. 
With that same cmel-lustfid hand and eye. 
Those nails and wedges, that one hammer and lead. 
And the very gerb of long-stored lightning loosed. 
Yesterday 'gainst some King. 

The Kino. I have pursued widi prayers where my hewt 
warns me 
My soul shall overtake — 

Enter the Quebm 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 188&-1918 689 

King. Look not! Wait till I tell you, dearest. . . . 

• • 

i to adventure early" 
I go late. {Dies.) 

So! God hath cut off the Prince in his pleasures. 
) save the King, hath silenced one poor fool who knew 
befell, and, now the King's dead,' needs only that the 
thould kill Gow and all's safe for her this side o' the 
nt. . . . Senor Ferdinand, the wind's easterly, 
the road. 

INAND. My horse is at the gate. God speed you. 


To the Duke, if the Queen does not lay hands on 
)re. However it goes, I charge you bear witness, 
erdinand, I served the old King faithfully. To the 
Jenor Ferdinand — to the death! 


T IFE'S all getting and giving, 

I've only myself to give. 
What shall I do for a living? 
I've only one life to live. 
End it? I'll not find another. 
Spend it? But how shall I best? 
Sure the wise plan is to live like a man 
And Luck may look after the rest! 
Largesse! Largesse, Fortune! 
Give or hold at your will. 
If I've no care for Fortune 
Fortune must follow me still. 


Bad Luck, she is never a lady 

But the commonest wench on the sfr wt , 

ShulBing, shabby and shadV) ^H 

Shameless to pass or meet. ^^H 

Walk with her once — ^it's a weakness! ^^| 

Talk to her twice— it's a crime! 

Thrust her away when she gives you "gooddi 

And the besom won't board you m 

Largesse! Largesse, Fortune! 

What is Your Ladyship's mood? 

If I've no care for Fortune, 

My Fortune is bound to be good! 


Good Luck she is never a lady 

But the cursedest quean alive! 

Tricksey, wincing and jady. 

Kittle to lead or drive. 

Greet her — she's hailing a stranger! 

Meet her — she's busldng to leave. 

Let her alone for a shrew to the bone, 

And the hussy comes plucking your sleeve! 

Largesse! Largesse, Fortune! 

I'll neither follow nor flee. 

If I don't run after Fortune 

Fortune must run after mc! 


D Y THE Hoof of the Wild Goat uptosjol 
From the cliff where she lay in Uie Sun 
Fell the Stone 

To the Tarn where the daylight is lost, 
So she fell from the light of die Sua 
And alone! 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 691 

Now the fall was ordained from the first 

With the Goat and the CHfF and the Tarn, 

But the Stone 

Knows only her life is accursed 

As she sinks from the light of the Sun 

And alone ! 

Oh Thou Who has builded the World, 
Oh Thou Who has lighted the Sun, 
Oh Thou Who has darkened the Tarn, 
Judge Thou 

The sin of the Stone that was hurled 
By the goat from the light of the Sun, 
As she sinks in the mire of the Tarn, 
Even now — even now — even now! 


(a. d. 683) 

CHOVE off from the wharf-edge ! Steady ! 

Watch for a smooth! Give way! 
If she feels the lop already 
She'll stand on her head in the bay. 
It's ebb — it's dusk — it's blowing 
The shoals are a mile of white, 
But (snatch her along!) we're going 
To find our master to-night. 

For we hold that in all disaster 
Of shipwreck^ stormy or swordy 
A Man must stand by his Master 
When once he has pledged his word. 




Raging seas have we rowed in 
But we seldom saw them thus. 
Our master is angry with Odin — 
Odin is angry with us! 
Heavy odds have we taken, 
But never before such odds. 
The Gods know they are forsaken. 
We must risk the wrath of the Gods! 

Over the crest she flies from. 
Into its hollow she drops. 
Cringes and clears her eyes from 
The wind-torn breaker-tops. 
Ere out on the shrieking shoulder 
Of a hill-high surge she drives. 
Meet her! Meet her and hold her! 
Pull for your scoundrel lives! 

The thunders bellow and clamour 
The harm that they mean to do! 
Tliere goes Thor's own Hammer 
Cracking the dark in two! 
Close! But the blow has missed her, 
Here comes the wind of the blow! 
Row or the squall 'II twist her 
Broad^de on to it! — Row! 

Heark 'ee, Thor of the Thunder! 
We are not here for a jest — 
For wager, warfare, or plunder. 
Or to put your power to test. 
This work is none of our mshing — 
We would house at home if we m^ht— 
But our master is wrecked out fishing. 
We go to find him to-night. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 693 

For we hold that in all disaster — 
As the Gods Themselves have said — 
A Man must stand by his Master 
Till one of the two is dead. 

That is our way of thinking. 

Now you can do as you will. 

While we try to save her from sinking, 

And hold her head to it still. 

Bale her and keep her moving. 

Or she'll break her back in the trough. . • . 

Who said the weather's improving. 

Or the swells are taking off? 

Sodden, and chafed and aching, 

Gone in the loins and knees — 

No matter — the day is breaking, 

And there's far less weight to the seas! 

Up ma6t, and finish baling — 

In oars, and out with the mead — 

The rest will be two-reef sailing. . . . 

That was a night indeed! 

But we hold that in all disaster 
(Andfaithy we have found it true /) 
If only you stand by your Master ^ 
The Gods will stand by you ! 


I 9 I 4-1 8 

VN off the Foreland — the young flood making 

fumbled and short and steep — 

in the hollows and bright where it's breaking — 



Awkward water to sweep. 
" Mines reported in the fairway, 
"Warn all traffic and detain. 
■■"Seat up Unity, ClariM, Assyrian, Sturmtotk, and W 

Noon off the Forelsmd — the first ebb mildi^ 

Lumpy aiKl strong in the bight. 
Boom alter boom, and the goIf>hut shaking 

And the jackdaws wild with fright! 

"Mines ucatcd in the fairway, 

" Boats now woHui^ up tl^ chain, 
"Sweepers — Unity, Ciaiiei, jfssyrian, Siormfock, and Co 

Dusk off the Foreland — the last light going 

And the traffic crowding through, 
.\nd five damned trawlers with their syreens blowing 

Heading the whole review! 

"Sweep completed in the fairway. 

"No more mines remain. 
■"Sent back Unity, ChrHei, Assyrwt, Stormcock, taiGo 


/~\NE OKKiient past our bodies cast 
No shadow on the plain; 
Now dear and black they stride our track, 

AikI we run home again. 
In morning hush, each rock and bush 

Stands hard, and high, and raw: 
llien give the Call: "Good rest to all 
TTtst keep the Junffe Lam !" 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 695 

Now horn and pelt our peoples melt 

In covert to abide; 
Now, crouched and still, to cave and hill 

Our Jungle Barons glide.. 
Now, stark and plain, Man's oxen strain, 

That draw the new-yoked plough; 
Now, stripped and dread, the dawn is r»d 

Above the lit talao^ 

Ho! Get to lair! The sun's aflare 

Behind the breathing grass: 
And creaking through the young bamboo 

The warning whispers pass. 
By day made strange, the woods we range 

With blinking eyes we scan; 
While down the skies the wild duck cries: 

" The Day— the Day to Man r 

The dew is dried that drenched our hide. 

Or washed about our way; 
And where we drank, the puddled bank 

Is crisping into clay. 
The traitor Dark gives up each mark 

Of stretched or hooded claw; 
Then hear the Call: **Good rest to all 

That keep the Jungle Law /" 


IJ OSES red and roses white 

Plucked I for my love's delight. 
She wovld none of all my posies — 
Bade me gather her blue roses. 

^ Pond or lake. 


Half the world 1 wandered through. 
Seeking where such flowers grew 
Half the world unto my quest 
Answered me with laugh and jest. 

Home I came at wintcrtide 
But my silly love had died 
Seeking with her latest breath 
Roses from the arms of Death. 

It nwy be bcyoDd t))e gnve 
^ audi find what she .irould luve. 
uunc was but an uUe ^uest-~ 
Roses white and red are best) 


/^NC^ a ripple came to land 

In the golden sunset bumii^— 
Lapped against a maiden's hand. 
By the ford returning. 

Dainty foot and gentle breast — 
Here, across, be glad and rest. 
"Maiden, wait," the ripple saith; 
"fyait awhile,for I am Death I" 

"Where my lover calls I go — 

Shame it were to treat him coldly — 

Twas a fish that circled so. 
Turning over boldly." 

Dainty foot and tender Heart, 
Wait the loaded ferry-cart. 
" Wait, ah, wail ! " the ripple saith; 
"Maiden, wait, jor I am Death !" 

INCXUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 697 

" When my lover calls I hast 

Dame Disdain was never wedded! 

Ripple-ripple round her*waist. 
Clear the current eddied 

Foolish heart and faithful handy 
Little feet that touched no land. 
Far away the ripple spedy 
Ripple — ripple running red I 



p^YES aloft, over dangerous placesj 

The children follow the butterflies, 
And, in the sweat of their upturned faces. 
Slash with a net at the empty sides. 

So it goes they fall amid brambles. 
And sting their toes on the nettle-tops. 
Till, after a thousand scratches and scrambles, 
They wipe their brows and the hunting stops. 

Then to quiet them comes their father 
And stills the riot of ps^in and grief. 
Saying, * Little ones, go and gather 
Out of my garden a cabbage-leaf. 

''You will find on it whorls and clots of 

Dull grey ^gs that, properly fed, 

Turn, by way of the worm, to lots of 

Glorious butterflies raised from the dead." . • • 

''Heaven b beautiful. Earth is ugly" 

The three-dimensioned preacher saith. 

So we must not look where the snail and the slug lie 

For Psyche's birth. • . • And that is our death! 



"TpHE Law whereby my lady moves 

Was never Law to me. 
But 'tis enough that she approves 
Whatever Law it be. 

For in that Law, and by that Law, 
My constant course I'll steer; 
Not that I heed or deem it dread. 
But that she holds it dear. 

Tho' AaU sent (or my oontent 

Her richest ugones. 

Those would I spurn, and t»d return, 

If that should give her ease. 

With equal heart I'd watch depart 
Each spicid sail from ught, 
Sans bitterness, desiring laa 
Great gear than her dcUght. 

Though Kings made swift with many a gift 
My proven sword to hire — 
I would not go nor serve 'em so — 
Except at her desire. 

With even mind, I'd put b^tind 
Adventure and acclaim. 
And clean give o'er, esteeming more 
Her favour than my fame. 

Yei such am I, yea such am I — 
Sore bond and freest free. 
The Law that sways my lady's ways 
Is mystery to me ! 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 699 


{Maternity Hospital) 

/^UR sister sayeth such and such, 

And we must bow to her behests; 
Our sister toileth overmuch, 
Our little maid that hath no breasts. 

A field untitled, a web unwove, 
A flower withheld from sun or bee, 
An alien in the courts of Love, 
And — teacher unto such as we! 

We love her, but we laugh the while. 

We laugh, but sobs are mixed with laughter; 

Our sister hath no time to smile, 

She knows not what must follow after. 

Wind of the South, arise and blow. 
From beds of spice thy locks shake free; 
Breathe on her heart that she may know. 
Breathe on her eyes that she may see. 

Alas! wc vex her with our mirth. 
And maze her with most tender scorn. 
Who stands beside the gates of Birth, 
Herself a child — a child unborn ! 

Our sister sayeth such and suchy 
And we must bow to her behests ; 
Our sister toileth overmuch^ 
Our little maid that hath no breasts. 


A LONE up(m t)k6llbtuietMiH»4e Nortfa 
*^ I tam ud watch die lighpang m Ae Af— 
The gJuncMir of thy feolstap* in tbt KaH& 
Come iaek $o me, BelomJ, «r / ^. 

Below my feet the atiU bk 
Far, far below the weary camels lie — 
The camels and the capdves of thy raid. . 
Come hack to me, SeloeiJ, or I Jit I 

My father's irife is old and harsh *nth years 
And drudge of all my fadier's house am I — 
My bread is sorrow and my drink is tears. 
Ceme back to me, Behved, or I die! 


{To Soldiers Three) 

AND they were stronger hands than mine 
That digged the Ruby from the earth — 
More cunning brains that made it worth 
The large desire of a lung, 
And stouter hearts that through the brine 
Went down the perfect Pearl to bring. 

Lo, I have wrought in common ciay 
Rude figures of a rough-hewn race. 
Since pearls strew not the market-place 
In this my town of banishment. 
Where with the shifting dust I play. 
And eat the bread of discontent. 

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Yet is there life in that I make. 

O thou who knowest, turn and see — 

As thou hast power over me 

So have I power over these> 

Because I wrought them for thy sake, 

And breathed in them mine agonies. 

Small mirth was in the making — now 
I lift the cloth that cloaks the clay. 
And, wearied, at thy feet I lay 
My wares, ere I go forth to sell. 
The long bazar will praise, but thou — 
Heart of my heart — have I done well? 


F I were hanged on the highest hill, 
Mother 0* mincy mother 0* mine ! 
I know whose love would follow me still. 
Mother 0* miney mother 0' mine ! 


If I were drowned in the deepest sea. 
Mother 0' minCy mother 0' mine ! 
I know whose tears would come down to me. 
Mother miney mother 6" mine I 

If I were damned of body and soul, 

I know whose prayers would make me whole, 

Mother 0' mine<^ mother 0* mine ! 



CHE dropped the bar, she shot the bdt, she fed the Cic 

For she heard a whimper under the rill and a great grey pt* 
came through. 

The fresh flame comforted the hut and shone on the roof- 

And the Only Son lay down again and dreamed that he 
dreamed a dream. 

The last ash fell from the withered log with the click of a fall- 
ing spark. 

And the Only Son woke up again, and called across the 
dark: — 

"Now was I bom of womanldnd and laid in a mother's 

For I have dreamed of a shaggy hide whereon I went to rest 

And was I born of womankind and laid on a father's arm? 

For I have dreamed of clashing teeth that guarded me from 

And was I born an Only Son and did I play alone? 

For I have dreamed of comrades twain that bit me to the 

And did I break the barley-cake and steep it in the tyre? 

For I have dreamed of a youngling kid new-riven from the 

For I have dreamed of a midnight sky and a midnight call tc 

And red-mouthed shadows racing by, that thrust me from my 

'Tis an hour yet and an hour yet to the rising of the moon, 

But I can see the black roof-tree as plain as it were noon. 

Tis a league and a league to the Lena Falls where the troop- 
ing blackbuck go; 

But I can hear the little fawn that bleats behind the doe. 

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is a league and a league to the Lena Falls where the crop 

and the upland meet, 
It I can smell the wet dawn-wind that wakes the sprouting 

ibar the door, I may not bide, but I must out and see 
those are wolves that wait outside or my own kin to me!" 

le loosed the bar, she slid the bolt, she opened the door anon, 
id a grey bitch-wolf came out of the dark and fawned on 
the Only Son ! 


WILL let loose against you the fleet-footed vines — 
I will call in the Jungle to stamp out your lines! 
The roofs shall fade before it, 
The house-beams shall fall, 
And the Kareldy^ the bitter Karelay 
Shall cover it all! 

the gates of these your councils my people shall sine, 
the doors of these your garners the Bat-folk shall clmg; 
And the snake shall be your watchman. 

By a hearthstone unswept; 
For the Karehy the bitter Karela, 
Shall fruit where ye slept! 

: shall not see my strikers; ye shall hear them and guess; 
' night, before the moon-rise, I will send for my cess. 
And the wolf shall be your herdsman 

By a landmark removed. 
For the Kareldy jthe bitter Karela, 
Shall seed where ye loved! 

*A wild melon. 


I will reap ycxir fields before you at die hands of a host; 
Ye shall glean behind my reapers for die bread diat is Vf^ 
And die deer shall be your oxen 

On a headland undUed, 
For die Kmrtlm^ die bitter KmreUy 
Shall leaf where ye build! 

I have unded against you the club-footed 
I have sent in die Jungle to swamp out your lines! 
The trees — the trees are on you! 

The house-beams shall fall. 
And the Karela^ the bitter Karela, 
Shall cover you all! 


QH, LITTLE did die Wolf-Child 

When first he planned his home. 
What city should arise and bear 
The weight and state of Rome. 

A shiftless, westward-wandering tramp. 

Checked by the Tiber flood. 
He reared a wall around his camp 

Of uninspired mud. 

But when his brother leaped the Wall 
And mocked its height and make. 

He guessed the future of it all 
And slew him for its sake. 

Swift was the blow — swift as the thought 

Which showed him in that hour 
How unbelief may bring to naught 
The early steps of Power. 

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Forseeing Time's imperilled hopes 

Of Glory, Grace, and Love — 
All singers, Caesars, artists. Popes — 

Would fail if Remus throve. 

He sent his brother to the Gods, 

And, when the fit was o'er. 
Went on collecting turves and clods 

To build the Wall once more! 


"^OW Chil the Kite brings home the night 

That Mang the Bat sets free — 
The herds are shut in byre and hut 

For loosed till dawn are we. 
This is the hour of pride and power. 

Talon and tush and claw. 
Oh hear the call! — Good hunting all 
That keep the Jungle Law! 

Mowglfs Brothers. 

spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns are the Buf- 
falo's pride. 

Jean, for the strength of the hunter is known by the gloss 
of his hide. 

B find that the bullock can toss you, or the heavy-browed 
Sambhur can gore; 

iced not stop work to inform us. We knew it ten seasons 

•ftss not the cubs of the stranger, but hail them as Sister 
and Brother, 

though they are little and fubsy, it may be the Bear is 
dieir mother. 


"There b none like to me!^ says the Cab in the pride cf Idi 

earliest kill; 
But the Jungle is large and the Cub he is smalL LetUm 

think and be still. 

The stream is shrunk — the pool is diy. 
And we be comrades, thou and I; 
With fevered jowl and dusty flank 
Each jostling each along the bank; 
And, oy one drouthy fear made still. 
Foregoing thought of quest or kill. 
Now 'neath his dam the fawn may see» 
The lean Pack-wolf as cowed as he. 
And the tall buck, unflinching, note 
The fangs that tore his fathePs throat. 
The pooh are shrunk — the streams are dry^ 
And we be playmates y thou and /, 
Till yonder cloud — Good Hunting! — loose 
The rain that breaks our Water Truce. 

How Fear Ca0^' 

What of the hunting, hunter bold? 

Brother^ the watch was long and cold. 
What of the quarry ye went to kill? 

Brother y he crops in the jungle stilL 
Where is the power that made your pride? 

Brother y it ebbs from my flank and side. 
Where is the haste that ye hurry by? 

Brothery I go to my lair to die! 


Veil them, cover them, wall them round — 
Blossom, and creeper, and weed — 

Let us forget the sight and the sound. 
The smell and the touch of the breed! 

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Fat black ash by the altar-stone, 

Here is the white-foot rain, 
And the does bring forth in the fields unsown, 

And none shall affright them again; 
And the blind walls crumble, unknown, o'erthrown. 

And none shall inhabit again! 

Letting in the Jungle. 

These are the Four that are never content, that have never 

been filled since the Dews began — 
acala's mouth, and the glut of the Kite, and the hands of 

the Ape, and the Eyes of Man. 

The Kings Ankus. 

^QV our white and our excellent nights — for the nights of 
swift running. 
Fair ranging, far-seeing, good hunting, sure cunning! 
**or the smells of the dawning, untainted, ere dew has de- 
^'or the rush through the mist, and the quarry J)lind-started! 
**or the cry of our mates when the sambhur has wheeled and 
is standing at bay! 

For the risk and the riot of night! 
For the sleep at the lair-mouth by day! 
It is met, and we go to the fight. 
Bay! O bay! 

Red Dog. 

Wlan goes to Man! Cry the challenge through the Jungle! 

He that was our Brother goes away, 
iear, now, and judge, O ye People of the Jungle, — 

Answer, who can turn him — who shall stay? 


Man goes to Man! He is weqnng in die Jungle: 

He that was our Brother sorrows sore 1 
Man goes to Man! (Qh» we loved him in the JungkO 

To the Man-Trail where we may not follow more. 

The Spring RumiMi 

At the hole where he went in 
Red-Eye called to Wrinkle-Skin. 
Hear what little Red-Eye saith: 
"Nag, come up and dance with death!** 

Eye to eye and head to head» 

{Keep ihe measure^ ^^g») 
This shall end when one is dead; 

{/ii thy pleasure^ ^^g') 

Turn for turn and twist for twist— 

{Run and hide thee^ Nag.) 
Hah! The hooded Death has missed! 

{Woe betide thee. Nag /) 

'* Rikki-Tikki-Tavir 

Oh I hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us. 

And black are the waters that sparkled so green. 
The moon, o'er the combers, looks downward to find us 

At rest in the hollows that rustle between. 
Where billow meets billow, then soft be thy pillow; 

Ah, weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease! 
The storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake thee. 

Asleep in the arms of the slow-swinging seas. 

The fVhite Seal 

You mustn't swim till you're six weeks old. 
Or your head will be sunk by your heels; 

And summer gales and Killer Whales 
Are bad for baby seals. 

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Arc bad for baby seals, dear rat. 

As bad as bad can be; 
But splash and grow strong. 
And you can't be wrong, 

Child of the Open Sea! 

The White Seal 

vill remember what I was, I am sick of rope and chain — 
I will remember my old strength and all my forest-affairs, 
v'ill not sell my back to man for a bundle of sugar-cane. 
I will go out to my own kind, and the wood-folk in their 

inll go out until the day, until the morning break, 
Out to the winds' untainted kiss, the waters* clean caress, 
i^ill forget my ankle-ring and snap my picket-stake. 
E will revisit my lost loves, and playmates masterless! 

Toomai of the Elephants. 

ic People of the Eastern Ice, they are melting like the 

snow — 
ley beg for coffee and sugar; they go where the white men 

le People of the Western Ice, they learn to steal and fight; 

ley sell their furs to the trading-post; they sell their souls 

to the white. 
"ic People of the Southern Ice, they trade with the whaler's 

"icir women have many ribbons, but their tents are torn 

and few. 
nt the People of the Elder Ice, beyond the white man's 

ken — 
heir spears are made of the narwhal-horn, and they are the 

last of the Men ! 



When ye say to Tabttqui, "My Brother!" when ye caU die 

Hyena to meaty 
Ye may crv the Full Truce mth Jacala — the Belly that nut 

on four feet. 

The UndirUkm. 

The night we felt the earth would move 
We stole and plucked him by the hand. 

Because we loved him with the love 
That knows but cannot understand. 

And when the roaring hillside broke. 
And all our world fell down in rain. 

We saved him, we the Little Folk; 
But lo! he does not come again! 

Mourn now, we saved him for the sake 
Of such poor love as wild ones may. 

Mourn ye ! Our brother will not wake. 
And his own kind drive us away! 

The Miracle of Purun Bhagai, 


nPHE wind took off with the sunset — 

The fog came up with the tide. 
When the Witch of the North took an Egg-shell 
With a little Blue Devil inside. 
**Sink," she said, "or swim," she said, 
"It's all you will get from me. 
And that is the finish of him!" she said. 
And the Egg-shell went to sea. 

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The wind fell dead with the midnight — 

The fog shut down like a sheet, 

When the Witch of the North heard the Egg-shell 

Feeling by hand for a fleet. 

"Get!" she said, "or you're gone," she said. 

But the little Blue Devil said "No!" 

"The sights are just coming on," he said. 

And he let the Whitehead go. 

The wind got up with the morning — 

The fog blew off with the rain, 

When the Witch of the North saw the Egg-shell 

And the little Blue Devil again. 

" Did you swim ? " she said. " Did you sink ? " she said. 

And the little Blue Devil replied: 

"For myself I swam, but I think," he said, 

"There's somebody sinking outside." 


I 9 I 4- I 9 I 8 

TpHEY bear, in place of classic names, 
Letters and numbers on their skin. 
They play their grisly blindfold games 

In little boxes made of tin. 

Sometimes they stalk the Zeppelin, 
Sometimes they learn where mines are laid 

Or where the Baltic ice is thin. 
That is the custom of "The Trade." 

Few prize-courts sit upon their claims. 

They seldom tow their targets in. 
They follow certain secret aims 

Down under, far from strife or din. 




When they are ready to begin 
No flag is flown, no fuss is made 

More than the shearing of a pin. 
That is the custom of "The Trade." 

The Scout's quadruple funnel flames 

A mark from Swi-^den to the Swin, 
The Cruiser': rous screw proclaims 

Her con ind goings in: 

But on f paraffin 

Or cream^ t fizz and fade 

Show whei^ •— ■ ne-eyed Death has been. 
That is the cu af "The Trade," 

Their feats, their fortunes and their fames 
Are hiciden from their nearest kin; 

No eager public backs or blames. 
No journal prints the yams they spin 
(The Censor would not let it in!) 

When they return from run or raid. 
Unheard they work, unseen they win. 

That is the custom of "The Trade." 



A FTER the sack of the City when Rome was sunk to' 

In the years that the lights were darkened, or ever St. Wilfn 

Low on the borders of Britain (the ancient poets sing) 
Between the Cliff and the Forest there ruled a Saxon Ki 
Stubborn all were his people from cottar tx> overlord — 
Not to be cowed by the cudgel, scarce to be schooled by 


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lick to turn at their pleasure, cruel to cross in their mood, 

id set on paths of their choosing as the hogs of Andred's 

.'ws they made in the Witan — the laws of flaying and fine — 

»inmon, loppage and pannage, the theft and the track of 
kine — 

itutes of tun and of market for the fish and the malt and 
the meal — • 

e tax on the Bramber packhorse and the tax on the Hast- 
ings keel. 

cr the graves of the Druids and under the wreck of Rome 

idely but surely they bedded the plinth of the days to come. 

hind the feet of the Legions and before the Norseman's ire 

idely but greatly begat they the framing of State and Shire. 

idely but deeply they laboured, and their labour stands till 

we trace on our ancient headlands the twist of their eight- 
ox plough. . . . 

here came a king from Hamtun, by Bosenham he came, 

e filled Use with slaughter, and Lewes he gave to flame. 

e smote while they sat in the Witan — sudden, he smote and 

bat his fleet was gathered at Selsea ere they mustered at 
Cymen's Ore. 

Lidie went the Saxons to battle, by down and wood and 

at thrice the acorns ripened ere the western mark was clear. 

ririce was the beechmast gathered, and the Beltane fires 

hrice,and the beeves were salted thrice ere the host returned 

hey drove that king from Hamtun, by Bosenham o'er- 

tit of Rugnor to Wilton they made his land their own. 

amps they builded at Gilling, at Basing and Alresford, 

jt wrath abode in the Saxons from cottar to overlord. 

rath at the weary war-game, at the foe that snapped and 


Wdf-wise feigning and flying, and wdf-wiae samtclung Ui 

Wrath for their spears unready, thdr levies new tQ the 

Shame for the helpless aeges and the scornful ambuscades. 
At hearth and tavern and market, wherever the tale was 

Shame and wrath had the Saxonsbecauseef their boastsof old 
And some would drink and deny it, and some would pray and 

But the most part, after their anger, avouched that the lin 

was their own. 
Wherefore, girding together, up to the Witan diey came. 
And as they had shouldered their bucklers so did they shoul- 
der their blame. « 
For that was the wont of the Saxons (the ancient poets sing). 
And first they spoke in the Witan and then they spoke to the 

' Edward King of the Saxons, thou knowest from sire to son, 
*One is the King and his People — in gain and ungain one. 
' Count we the gain together. With doubtings and spread 

'We have broken a foolish people — but after many dajrs. 

* Count we the loss together. Warlocks hampered our arms 

* We were tricked as by magic, we were turned as by charms. 
'We went down to the battle and the road was plain to keep 
'But our angry eyes were holden, and we struck as they 

strike in sleep — 
' Men new shaken from slumber, swearing, with eyes a-stare 
'Little blows and uncertain dealt on the useless air. 
'Also a vision betrayed us and a lying tale made bold 
'That we looked to hold what we had not and to have what 

we did not hold: 
'That a shield should give us shelter — that a sword should 

give us power — 
'A shield snatched up at a venture and a hilt scarce handled 

an hour: 

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That being rich in the open, we should be strong in the 

And the Gods would sell us a cunning for the day that we 

met our foes. 
This was the work of wizards, but not with our foe they 

In our own camp we took them, and their names are Sloth 

and Pride. 
Our pride was before the battle: our sloth ere we lifted 

But hid in the heart of the people as the fever hides in the 

Wiring only the war-game, the heat of the strife to rise 
As the ague fumes round Oxeney when the rotting reed-bed 

But now we are purged of that fever — cleansed by the 

letting of blood, 
Something leaner of body — something keener of mood. 
And the men new-freed from the levies return to the fields 

Matching a hundred battles, cottar and lord and thane. 
And they talk loud in the temples where the ancient war- 
gods are. 
They thumb and mock and belittle the holy harness of 

They jest at the sacred chariots, the robes and the gilded 

These things fill them with laughter, they lean on their 

spears and laugh. 
'The men grown old in the war-game, hither and thither they 

'And scorn and laughter together are sire and dam of 

'And change may be good or evil — but we know not what it 

will bring 
'Therefore our King must teach us. *That is thy task, O 




\X^HEN the robust and Brms»-bound Man comnuaMoned 

first for sea 
His fragile raft, Poseidon laughed, and "Marine,** said itt, 
"Behold, a Law immutable I lay on thee and thine, 
That never shall ye act or tell « falsehood at my shrine. 

" Let Zeus adjudge your landward kin whose votive meal and 

At easy-cheated altars win oblivion for the fault. 
But you the unhoodwinked wave shall test — the immedittE 

gulf condemn — 
Except ye owe the Fates a jest, be slow to jest with them. 

"Ye shall not clear by Greekly speech, nor cozen from your 

The twinkling shoal, the leeward beach, or Eladria's whitc- 

lipped wrath; 
Nor tempt with painted cloth for wood my fraud-avenging 

Nor make at all, or all make good, your bulwaiks and your 


"Now and henceforward serve unshod, through wet and 

wakeful shifts, 
A present and oppressive God, but take, to aid, my gift»— 
The wide and windward-opening eye, the large and lavish. 

The soul that cannot tell a lie — except upon the land!" 

In dromond and in catafract — wet, wakeful, windwani- - 

eyed — 
He kept Poseidon's Law intact (his ship and freight beMde"^ 

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It, once discharged the dromond's hold, the bireme beached 

once more, 
lendaciously mendacious rolled the Brass-bound Man 


le thranite now and thalamite are pressures low and high, 
id where three hundred blades bit white the twin-propellers 

le God that hailed, the keel that sailed, are changed beyond 

It the robust and Brass-bound Man he is not changed at all! 

om Punt returned, from Phormio's Fleet, from Javan and 

; strongly occupies the seat about the tavern fire, 
id, moist with much Falernian*or smoked Massilian juice, 
ivenges there the Brass-bound Man his long-enforced truce! 


{Easf Coast Patrols) 
I 9 I 4- I 8 

JN LOWESTOFT a boat was laid, 

Mark well what I do say! 
And she was built for the herring trade. 

But she has gone a-rovin', a-rovin', a-rovin'. 

The Lord knows where! 

They gave her Government coal to burn. 
And a Q. F. gun at bow and stern, 
And sent her out a-rovin', etc. 

Her skipper was mate of a bucko ship 
Which always killed one man per trip. 
So he is used to rovin', etc. 


Her mate was skipper of a chapel in Wales, •! 
And so he fights in topper and tails — 
Religi-ous tho' rovin', etc. 

Her engineer is fifty-eight, 

So he'i prepared to meet his fate. 

Which ain't unlikely rovin', etc. 

Her leading-stoker's seventeen. 

So he don't know what the Judgments mean, 

Unless he cops 'cm rovin', etc. 

Her cook was chef in the Lost Dogs' Home, J 
Mark well what I do say! *fl 

And I'm sorry for Fritz when they all come 41 
A-rovin', a-rovin', a-roarin' and a-rovin', ^ 
Round the North Sea rovrn", * 

The Lord knows where t 


■pHE Bwcklaver: 

J tell this tale, vihick U strictly truty 
Just by way of comincingyou 
How oery Utile, since things were made. 
Things have altered in the building trade. 

A year ago, come the middle of March, 
We was building flats near the Marble Arch, 
When a thin young man with coal-black hiir 
Came up to watch us working there. 

Now there wasn't a trick in brick or stone 
Which this young man hadn't seen or known; 
Nor there wasn't a tool from trowel to maul 
But this young man could use 'em all! 

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Then up and spoke the plumbyers bold. 

Which was laying the pipes for the hot and cold; 

"Since you with us have made so free, 

Will you kindly say what your name might be?" 

The young man kindly answered them; 
"It might be Lot or Methusalem, 
Or it might be Moses (a man I hate) 
Whereas it is Pharaoh surnamed the Great. 

"Your glazing is new and your plumbing's strange, 

But otherwise I perceive no change; 

And in less than a month if you do as I bid 

I'd learn you to build me a Pyramid!" 

The Sailor: 
/ tell this talcy which is stricter true. 
Just by way of convincing you 
How very littky since things was made^ 
Things have altered in the shipwright's trade. 

In Blackwall Basin yesterday 

A China barque re-fitting lay; 

When a fat old man with snow-white hair 

Came up to watch us working there. 

Now there wasn't a knot which the riggers knew 
But the old man made it — and better too; 
Nor there wasn't a sheet, or a lift, or a brace. 
But the old man knew its lead and place. 

Then up and spoke the caulkyers bold, 
Which was packing the pump in the afterhold: 
"Since you with us have made so free. 
Will you kindly tell what your name might be?** 


Tlie old man kindly answered tbem: 
**It might be Japheth, it might be Shem» 
Or it imght be Ham (though hit akin was dark), 
Whereas it is Noah» commanding the Ark. 

''Your wheel is new .and your pumps are strange, 
But otherwise I perceive no change; 
And in less than a week, if she did not ground, 
Fd sail this hooker the wide world round I ** 

fp^e iell these tales ^ which are strictest tme. 
Just hy way of convincing you 
How very little^ since things was made. 
Anything alters in any one^s trade! 


TF YOU wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet, 

Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the strc^ i 
Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie. 
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by! 

Five and twenty ponies. 

Trotting through the dark — 

Brandy for the Parson, 

'Baccy for the Clerk; 

Laces for a lady, letters for a spy, 
And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by? 

Running round the woodlump if you chance to find 
Little barrels, roped and tarred, all full of brandy--wine, 
Don't you shout to come and look, nor use 'em for your play. 
Put the brishwood back again — and they'll be gone next day! 

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you see the stable-door setting open wide; 

you see a tired horse lying down inside; 

your mother mends a coat cut about and tore; 

the lining's wet and warm — don't you ask no more! 

you meet King George's men, dressed in blue and red, 
u be careful what you say, and mindful what is said, 
they call you "pretty maid," and chuck you 'neath the 

«i*t you tell where no one is, nor yet where no one's been ! 

K)cks and footsteps round the house — whistles after dark — 
ii Ve no call for running out till the house-dogs bark. 
ustfs here, and Pincher^s here, and see how dumb they 

€y don't fret to follow when the Gentlemen go by! 

you do as you've been told, 'likely there's a chance, 
11*11 be give a dainty doll, all the way from France, 
th a cap of Valenciennes, and a velvet hood — 
present from the Gentlemen, along o' being good! 

Five and twenty ponies. 

Trotting through the dark — 

Brandy for the Parson, 

'Baccy for the Clerk. 
em that asks no questions isn't told a lie — 
Itch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by! 


(a. d. 1487) 

[ARRY, our King in England, from London town is 

d comen to Hamuli on the Hoke in the Countie of Suth* 



there lav the Mmry ^the Tower^ hbslri^of wwat»SMI| 

he would discover, cert^ynely, if his shipwrights did hi 

He told not none of his setting forth, nor yet where he would 

(But only my Lord of Arundel) and meanly did he show,. 
In an (dd jerldn and patched hose that no man might Um 

With his frieze hood and cloak above, he kwked like any deiL 

He was at Hamuli on the Hoke about the hour of die tide, 
And saw the Mary haled into dock, the irinter to abide. 
With all her tackle and habilaments which are the King hii^ 

But then ran on his false shipwrights and stripped her to 


They heaved the mun-mast overboard, that ww of a 

And they wrote down it was spent and lost by force of weathe^^ 

at sea. 
But they sawen it into planks and strakes as far as it m^t j^ 
To maken beds for their own wives and little children also. 

There was a knave called Slingawai, he crope beneath 

Crying: "Good felawes, come and see! The ship is nigh * 

For the storm that took our tall main-mast, it blew so fierce" * 

and fell, 
Alack! it hath taken the kettles and pans, and this brass po^^^ 

as well!" 

W\t\i that he set the pott on his head and hied him up ti»^ 

While all the shipwrights ran below to find what diey might 



I esccept Bob Brygandyne and he was a yeoman good, 
! caught Slingawai round the waist and threw him on to the 

have taken plank and rope and nail, without the King his 

ter the custom of Portesmouth, but I will not suffer a thief. 
ly, never lift up thy hand at me — there's no clean hands 

in the trade, 
lal in measure,'' quo' Brygandyne. "There's measure in 

all things made!" 

^ramercy, yeoman!" said our King. "Thy council liketh 


d he pulled a whistle out of his neck and whistled whistles 

en came my Lord of Arundel pricking across the down, 
d behind him the Mayor and Burgesses of merry Suthamp- 

ton town. 

ey drew the naughty shipwrights up, with the kettles in 

their hands, 
d bound them round the forecastle to wait the King's 

t "Sith ye have made your beds," said the King, "ye 

needs must lie thereon. 
■ the sake of your wives and little ones — felawes, get you 


en they had beaten Slingawai, out of his own lips 

r King appointed Brygandyne to be Clerk of all his ships. 

ay, never lift up thy hands to me — there's no clean hands 

in the trade. 
t steal in measure," said Harry our King. "There's 

measure in all things made!" 


God speed the Mary of the Tower, the Sovereign, and (in 

The Sweepstakes and the Mary Fortune, and the Ha 

of Bristol loo ! 
.ill tall ships that sail on the sea, or in otir harbours sUni, 
Thai they may keep measure with Harry our King and peut 

Engeland ! 


^^HEN the water's countenance 

Diurrs 'twixt glance and second glance; 
Then our tattered smokes forerun 
Ashen 'neath a silvered sun; 
When the curtain of the haze 
Shuts upon our helpless ways — 

Hear the Channel Fleet at sea: 

Libera nos Domine ! 

When the enpnes' bated pulse 
Scarcely thriUs the nosing hulls; 
When die wash along the ude 
Sounds, a-sudden, magnified; 
When the intolerable blast 
Maries each blindfold minute passed; 

When the fog-buoy's squattering fli^t 
Guides us through the hazard night; 
When the warning bugle blows; 
When the lettered doorways close; 
When our brittle townships press, 
Impotent, on emptiness; 

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When the unseen leadsmen lean 
Questioning a deep unseen; 
When their lessened count they tell 
To a bridge invisible; 
When the hid and perilous 
Cliffs return our cry to us; 

When the treble thickness spread 
Swallows up our next-ahead; 
When her siren's frightened whine 
Shows her sheering out of line; 
When — her passage undiscemed — 
We must turn where she has turned, 

Hear the Channel Fleet at sea: 

Libera nos Dotnine ! 


A BOUT the time that taverns shut 

And men can buy no beer, 
Two lads went up to the keepers' hut 
To steal Lord Pelham's deer. 

Night and the liquor was in their heads — 
They laughed and talked no bounds. 

Till they waked the keepers on their beds 
And the keepers loosed the hounds. 

They had killed a hart, they had killed a hind. 

Ready to carry away. 
When they heard a whimper down the wind 

And they heard a bloodhound bay. 


They took and ran across the fern. 

Their crossbows in their hand. 
Till they met a man with a green lantern 

That called and bade 'cm stand. 

"What are ye doing, O Flesh and Btcxxi, 

And what's your foolish mil, 
Tliat you Most facsfc into ftfiaepit Wood 

And wake Ae Foik«f <fae Httr 

"Oh, we've broke tnto Lord Pdham's puk. 
And ktBed Lord ^sSutm's deer. 

And if ever yoa heard « Bttle dog baiic 
You'll know why we come here. 

" We ask you let us go our way, 

As fast as we can flee, 
For if ever you heard a bloodhound bay 

You'll know how pressed we be." 

"Oh, lay your crossbows on the bank 
And drop the knife from your hand. 

And though the hounds arc at your flank 
I'll save you where you stand!" 

They laid their crossbows on the bank, 
They threw their knives in the wood, 

And the ground before them opened and sank 
And saved 'em where chey stood. 

"Oh, what's the roaring in our ears 
That strikes us well-nigh dumb?" 

"Oh, that is just how things appears 
According as they come." 

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"What are the stars before our eyes 

That strike us well-nigh blind?" 
**Oh, that is just how things arise 

According as you find." 

"And why's our bed so hard to the bones 

Excepting where it's cold?" 
"Oh, that's because it is precious stones 

Excepting where 'tis gold. 

"Think it over as you stand, 

For I tell you without fail. 
If you haven't got into Fairyland 

You're not in Lewes Gaol." 

All night long they thought of it, 

And, come the dawn, they saw 
They'd tumbled into a great old pit. 

At the bottom of Minepit Shaw. 

And the keeper's hound had followed 'em close. 

And broke her neck in the fall; 
So they picked up their knives and their crossbows 

And buried the dog. That's all. 

But whether the man was a poacher too 

Or a Pharisee^ so bold — 
I reckon there's more things told than are true, 

And more things true than are told! 


'Yy HAT'S that that hirples at my side ? 
The foe that you mustfight^ my lord. 
"That rides as fast as I can ride?" 
The shadow of your mighty my lord. 

*A fairy. 



"Then wheel my horse against the foe!" 
He's down and overpast, my lord. 
You war against the sunsel-g/oie. 
The judgment follows Jasl, my lord .' 

"Oh who will stay the sun's descent?" 
King Joshua he is dead, my lord. 
"I need an hour to repent!" 
'Tis what our sister said, my lord. 

"Oh tio not slay me in my sins!" 
You're safe awhile with uj, my lord. 
"Nay, kill me ere my fear begins!" 
IP'e would not serve you thus, my lord. 

"Where is the doom that I must face?" 
Tlvee littU leagues aaay, my lord. 
"Then mend the horees' laggard pace!" 
We need than fur next day, my lord. 

"Next day — next day! Unloose my cords!" 
Out sister needed none, my lord. 
You had no mind to fate our swords. 
And — where can coaards run, my lord ? 

"You would not kill the soul alive?" 
'Twas thus our sister cried, my lord. 
"\ dare not die with none to shrive," 
But so our sister died, my lord. 

"Then wipe the sweat from brow and cheek." 
// runnels forth afresh, my lord. 
"Uphold me — for the flesh is weak." 
You 've finished with the Flesh, my lord! 

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/^LD Horn to All Atlantic said: 
^^ {A-hayOl To me 01) 
"Now where did Frankie learn his trade? 
For he ran me down with a three-reef mains'le." 
{All round the Horn /) 

Atlantic answered: — "Not from me! 
You'd better ask the cold North Sea, 
For he ran me down under all plain canvas." 
{All round the Horn !) 

The North Sea answered. — "He's my man, 
For he came to me when he began — 
Frankie Drake in an open coaster. 
{All round the Sands !) 

"I caught him young and I used him sore, 
So you never shall startle Frankie more. 
Without capsizing Earth and her waters. 
{All round the Sands I) 

"I did not favour him at all. 
I made him pull and I made him haul — 
And stand his trick with the common sailors. 
{All round the Sands !) 

" I froze him stiff and I fogged him blind. 
And kicked him home with his road to find 
By what he could see in a three-day snow-storm. 
{All round the Sands !) 

" I learned Kim hii tnde o* winter a 

Twixt Maidyk Fort^offE 

On a five-knot tide irith tbe facts ■ 

" Befere his Jboard began to ihoot, 
I showed him the leqgtb of die ^taniard'a foot — 
And I reckon he dapped the boot on it later. 
(Aff round the Smdi !) 

"If there's a nak which ytm can «dK, 
That's wo-ae dian fae waa naed to take 
Nig^ every week in the wajF of hb boaiMss; 
{AUnmndtit Smdsf) 

"If there's a trick that you can try, 
Which he hasn't met in time gone by. 
Not once or twice, but ten times over; 
{All round the Sands f) 

" If you can teach him aught that's new, 

iA-hay ! To me .') 
I'll give you Bruges and Nicwport too. 
And the ten tall churches that stand between 'em!* 

Storm along my gallant Captains ! 

{All round the Horn !) 


■\\7^HEN the drums begin to beat 

Down the street, 
When the poles are fetched and guyed. 
When the tight-rope's stretched and tied, 
When the dance-girls make salaam. 
When the snake-bag wakes alarm, 

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When the pipes set up their drone, 
When the sharp-edged knives are thrown, 
When the red-hot coals are shown. 
To be swallowed by-and-by — 
Arri^ Brethren, here come I ! 

Stripped to loin-cloth in the sun, 
Search me well and watch me close! 
Tell me how my tricks are done — 
Tell me how the mango grows? 

Give a man who is not made 
To his trade 

Swords to fling and catch again. 
Coins to ring and snatch again. 
Men to harm and cure again. 
Snakes to charm and lure again — 
He'll be hurt by his own blade. 
By his serpents disobeyed, 
By his clumsiness bewrayed. 
By the people laughed to scorn — 
So 'tis not with juggler born! 

Pinch of dust or withered flower. 
Chance-flung nut or borrowed staflF, 
Serve his need and shore his power. 
Bind the spell or loose the laugh! 


I 9 I 4- I 8 

RE the East wind is brewed fresh and fresh every 


le balmy night-breezes blow straight from the Pole, 

I Destroyer sing: "What an enjoyable life does one 

ad on the North Sea Patrol! 


"To blow things to bits is our business (and Fritz's), 
Which means there are mine-fields wherever you itrol 

Unless you've particular wish to die quick, you'll a- 
void steering close to the North Sea Patrol. 

"We warn from disaster the mercantile master 
Who takes in high Dudgeon our life-saving role. 

For every one's grousing at Docking and Dowsing' 
The marks and the lights on the North Sea Patrol." 

[Twehf serses omitted.\ 

So swept but surviving, half drowned but still driving, 
I watched her head out through the swell off the shoal,- 
And I heard her propellers roar; "Write to poor fellers 
Who run such a Hell as the North Sea Patrol !" 


TTHERE'S no wind along these seas. 

Qui oarsjor Slavanger ! 
Foraard alljor Stavatiger ! 
So we must wake the white-ash breeze. 
Let f alljor Slavanger ! 
A long pull for Siaifanger .' 

Oh, hear the benches creak and strain! 
(A long pull /or Slavanger !) 
She thinks she smells the Northland rain! 
{A long pull for Slavanger I) 

She thinks she smells the Northland snow, 
And she's as glad as we to go. 

' Shoals and lie:hts on the Ewt Coott. 


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She thinks she smells the Northland rime. 
And the dear dark nights of winter-time. 

She wants to be at her own home pier. 
To shift her sails and standing gear. 

She wants to be in her winter-shed, 
To strip herself and go to bed. 

Her very bolts are sick for shore, 
And we — we want it ten times more! 

So all you Gods that love brave men, 
Send us a three-reef gale again ! 

Send us a gale, and watch us come, 
With close-cropped canvas slashing home! 

But — there's no wind on all these seas, 
A long pull for Stavanger ! 
So we must wake the white-ash breeze, 
A long pull for Stavanger ! 


Song of the Returning Hunter {Esquimaux), 

/^UR gloves are stiff with the frozen blood. 

Our furs with the drifted snow. 
As we come in with the seal — the seal ! 
In from the edge of the floe. 



Au jana ! ^ua ! Oka ! Haq ! 

And the yelping dog-teams go. 
And the long whips crack, and the men come back, 

Back from the edge of the floe! 

■ We tracked our seal to his secret place. 
We heard him scratch beknri 
We made oar msrk, and we watched beside, 
Out on the c^ of the floe. 

We raised our'lance when he rase to bre*^, 

We drove it downward— 4o{ 
And we played lum thus, and we tolled him thus, 

(Xit on the edge of the 'fioe. 

Our gloves are glued with the frozen blood, 

Our eyes with the drifting snow; 
But wc come back to our wives again, 

Back from the edge of the floe! 

Au jana ! Aua ! Oka ! Haq! 

And Ihe loaded dog-teams go. 
And the wives can hear their men come back, 

Backjrom the edge of Ihefioe ! 


AS THE dawn was breaking the Sambhur belled — 

Once, twice and again! 
And a doe leaped up, and a doe leaped up 
From the pond in the wood where the wild deer sup. 
This I, scouting alone, beheld. 
Once, twice and again! 

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\s the d::wn ^7as breaking the Sambhur belled — 

Qnce> twice and again! 
\iid a wolf stole back, and a wolf stole back 
To carry the word to the waiting pack, 
\nd we sought and we found and we bayed on his track 

Once> twice and again! 

\s the dawn was breaking the Wolf Pack yelled 

Once, twice and again! 
Feet in the jungle that leave no mark! 
Eyes that can see in the dark — the dark! 
Tongue — give tongue to it! Hark! O Hark! 

Once> twice and again ! 



iNCE wc feared The Beast — when he followed us we ran, 

Ran very fast though we knew 
was not right that The Beast should master Man; 
But what could we Flint-workers do? 
e Beast only grinned at our spears round his ears — 
Grinned at the hammers that we made; 
It now we will hunt him for the life with the Knife — 
\nd this is the Buyer of the Blade! 

Room for his shadow on the grass — let it pass ! 

To left and right — stand clear ! 
This is the Buyer of the Blade— be i^aid I 

This is the great god Tyr I 


Tjrr tJKwght hud till be hunniatd sot a pUn, 

For he knew it was not riajit ' 
(And it M not r^t) that IV Beait ahmiU-master M 

So he went to the Outdres of the N%bt^ 
He h^ged a Magic Knife of thcff make for oar aake. 

When he b^ged for the Knife they said: 
"The price of me Kntle jrou wduU buy is an eye!" 

And that was the price he pud. 

TtB it IQ ^ Bimom 1^ the Daid—run mht»d ! 

Skoia itso^ Womet^s Side can hear ! 
TTas is the Buyer of the Blade— ^ afraid! 

Tlds is the great god Tyr ! 

Our women and our little ones may walk on the Chalk, 

As far as we can see them and beyond. 
We shall not be anxious for our sheep when we keep 

Tally at the shearing-pond. 
We can cat with both our elbows on our knees, if we please, 

We can sleep after meals in the sun. 
For Shepherd of the Twilight is dismayed at the Blade, 

Feet-in-the-Night have run! 
D(^-without-a-Mastcr goes away (Hai, Tyr, we!)i 

Dcvil-in-the-Dusk has run ! 


Room for his shadtm on the grass — let it past I 

To left and right — stand clear ! 
This is the Buyer of the Bladc—be afraid! 

This is the great god Tyr ! 

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(Sung in honour of Rikki-tikki-tavi) 

gINGER and tailor am I— 

Doubled the joys that I know — 
Proud of my lilt to the sky, 
Proud of the house that I sew — 
and under, so weave I my music — so weave I the house 
that I sew. 

Sing to your fledglings again, 

Mother, O lift up your head! 
Evil that plagued us is slain, 
Death in the garden lies dead, 
or that hid in the roses is impotent — flung on the dung« 
hill and dead! 

Who hath delivered us, who? 

Tell me his nest and his name. 
Rikki, the valiant, the true, 
Tikki, with eyeballs of flame, 
tikki-tikki, the ivory-fangid, the Hunter with eyeballs of 

Give him the Thanks of the Birds, 
Bowing with tail-feathers spread! 
Praise him in nightingale-words — 
Nay, I will praise him instead, 
r! I will sing you the praise of the bottle-tailed Rikki, 
with eyeballs of red I 

e Rikki-tikki interrupted y and the rest of the song is lost.) 


RSE ^1 



AS ADAM lay a-dreaming beneath the Apple Tree 

The Angel of the Earth came down, and offered Earth in 
But Adam did not need it. 
Nor the plough he would not speed it. 
Singing?— "Earth and Water, Air and Fire, 

"What more can mortal man desire?" 
(The Apple Tree's in bud.) 

Aa A<Uffl lay irdreanmqg ttenetA- the Api^ Tree 
The Angel of the Waters offered aB the Sou in fiee. 
But Adam would not take 'em, 
Nor the ships he wouldn't make *em, 
Singing: — "Water, Earth and Air and Fire, 
What more can mortal man desire?" 
(The Apple Tree's in leaf.) 

As Adam lay a-dreaming beneath the Apple Tree 
The Angel of the Air he offered all the Air in fee. 
But Adam did not crave it, 
Nor the flight he wouldn't brare it, 
Singing: — "Air and Water, Earth and Fire, 
What more can mortal man dewre?" 
(The Apple Tree's in bloom.) 

As Adam lay a-dreaming beneath the Apple Tree, 
The Angel of the Fire rose up and not a word said he. 
But he wished a flame and made it, 
And in Adam's heart he laid it, 
Singing: — "Fire, Fire, burning tire! 

Stand up and reach your heart's desire!" 
(The Apple Blossom's set.) 

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am was a-working outside of Eden-Wall, 
^ the Earthy he used the Seas, he used the Air and all; 
Till out of black disaster 
He arose to be the master 
Of Earth and Water, Air and Fire, 
But never reached his heart's desire! 
(The Apple Tree's cut down!) 


I 9 I 4- I 8 

TT WAS not part of their blood, 
It came to them very late 

With long arrears to make good. 
When the English began to hate. 

They were not easily moved, 
They were icy-willing to wait 

Till every count should be proved. 
Ere the English began to hate. 

Their voices were even and low. 
Their eyes were level and straight. 

There was neither sign nor show. 
When the English began to hate. 

It was not preached to the crowd, 
It was not taught by the State. 

No man spoke it aloud. 
When the English began to hate. 


It was not suddenly bred. 
It will not swiftly abate. 

Through the chill years ahead, 

When Time shall count from the date 
That the English began to hate. 


\^Y BROTHER kneels, so saith Kabir, 

To stone and brass in hcathcn-wise. 
But in my brother's voice I hear 
My own unanswered agonies. 
His God is as his fates assign, . 
His prayer is alt the world's — and mine. 




'jrWENTY bridges from Tower to Kew 

fVanted to know what the River kneWy 
For they were young and the Thames was old^ 
And this is the tale that the River told: — 

[ walk my beat before London Town, 

ive hours up and seven down. 

p Igo till I end my run 

t Tide-end-town, which is Teddington. 

own I come with the mud in my hands 

nd plaster it over the Maplin Sands. 

ut I'd have you know that these waters of mine 

^ere once a branch of the River Rhine, 

^hen hundreds of miles to the East I went 

nd England was joined to the Continent. 

remember the bat-winged lizard-birds, 

he Age of Ice and the mammoth herds, 

nd the giant tigers that stalked them down 

hrough Regent's Park into Camden Town. 

nd I remember like yesterday 

he earliest Cockney who came my way, 

/hen he pushed through the forest that lined the Strand, 

/ith paint on his face and a club in his hand. 

[e was death to feather and fin and fur, 

[e trapped my beavers at Westminster. 

[e netted my salmon, he hunted my deer, 

[e killed my herons off Lambeth Pier. 

[e fought his neighbour with axes and swords, 

lint or bronze, at my upper fords, 

/hile down at Greenwich, for slaves and tin, 

he tall Phoenician ships stole in, 



And North So war-boats, ^tinted and gay. 

Flashed like dragoD-fliei Enth way; 

And Norseman and Negro and Gaul aiKl Greek 

Drank with the Britons in Barking Creek, 

And life was gay, and the world wis new, 

And I was a mile across at Kew! 

But the Roman came with a heavy hand. 

And bridged and roaded and ruled the land. 

And the Roman left and the Danes blew in — 

And that's where your history-books b^in!" 


(Roman Occupation op Butain, a. d. 300} 

I EGATE, I had the news last night — my cohort ordwed 

By ship to Portus Idus and thence by road to Rome. 
I've marched the companies aboard, the arms are stowed 

Now let another take my sword. Command me not to go! 

I've served in Britain forty years, from Vccris to the Wall 

I have none other home than this, nor any life at all. 

Last night I did not understand, but, now the hour draws 

That calls me to my native land, I feel that land is here. 

Here where men say my name was made, here where mj 
work was done. 

Here where, my dearest dead are laid — my wife — my wife 
and son; 

Here where time, custom, grief and toil, age, memorv, ser- 
vice, love, 

Have rooted me in British soil. Ah, how can I remove? 

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For me this land, that sea, these airs, those folk and fields 

What purple Southern pomp can match our changeful 

Northern skies, 
Black with December snows unshed or pearled with August 

haze — 
The clanging arch of steel-grey March, or June's long-lighted 


You'll follow widening Rhodanus till vine and olive lean 
Aslant before the sunny breeze that sweeps Nemausus clean 
To Arelate's triple gate; but let me linger on, 
Here where our stiff-necked British oaks confront Euro- 
clydon ! 

You'll take the old Aurelian Road through shore-descending 

Where, blue as any peacock's neck, the Tyrrhene Ocean 

You'll go where laurel crowns are won, but — will you e'er 

The scent of hawthorn in the sun, or bracken in the wet? 

Let me work here for Britain's sake — at any task you will — 
A marsh to drain, a road to make or native troops to drill. 
Some Western camp (I know the Pict) or granite Border 

Mid seas of heather derelict, where our old messmates sleep. 

Legate, I come to you in tears — My cohort ordered home! 
I've served in Britain forty years. What should I do in 

Here is my heart, my soul, my mind — the only life I know. 
I cannot leave it all behind. Command me not to go! 



^XON Invasion) a. d. 400-6CX), 

TX^HEN Rome was rotten-ripe to her fall. 

And the sceptre passed from her hand, 
The pestilent Hcta leaped over the wall 
To harry the English land. 

The little dark men of the mountain and waste. 

So quick to lau^ter and tears. 
They came panting widi hate and haste 

For the loot of five hundred years. 

They killed the trader, they sacked the shops, 

They ruined temple and town — 
TTiey swept like wolves through the standing crops 

Crying that Rome was down. 

They wiped out all that they could find 
Of beauty and strength and worth, 

But they could not wipe out the Viking's Wind, 
That brings the ships from the North. 

They could not wipe out the North-East gales. 

Nor what those gales set free — 
The pirate ships with their dose-reefed sails. 

Leaping from sea to sea. 

They had forgotten the shield-hung hull 

Seen nearer and more plain, 
Dipping into the troughs like a gull. 

And gull-like rising again — 

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The painted eyes that glare and frown. 

In the high snake-headed stem, 
Searching the beach while her sail comes down. 

They had forgotten them! 

There was no Count of the Saxon Shore 

To meet her hand to hand. 
As she took the beach with a grind and a roar. 

And the pirates rushed inland. 


(a. d. 980-1016) 

JT IS always a temptation to an armed and agile nation. 

To call upon a neighbour and to say: — 
"We invaded you last night — we are quite prepared to fight. 
Unless you pay us cash to go away.'* 

And that is called asking for Dane-geld, 

And the people who ask it explain 
That you've only to pay 'em the Dane-geld 

And then you'll get rid of the Dane! 

It is always a temptation to a rich and lazy nation, 

To pufF and look important and to say: — 
"Though we know we should defeat you, we have not the 
time to meet you. 

We will therefore pay you cash to go away." 

And that is called paying the Dane-geld; 

But we've proved it again and again, 
That if once you have paid him the Dane-geld 

You never get rid of the Dane. 


It is wrong to put temptation in the path of any nwion, 
For fear they should succumb and go astray. 

So when you are requested to pay up or be molestcJ, 
You will find it better policy to say: — 

"We never pay any one Dane-^Id, 

No matter ; the cost. 

For the end . : is oppression and shan 

And the natit lays it is lost.'" 

lost: I 


^OltHAN CoNqUEST, I066) 

ENGLAND'S wi the anvil — hear the hammers ring- 
Clanging from the Severn to the Tyne! 

Never was a blacksmith like our Norman King — 

England's being hammered, hammered, hanunered in" 

Ei^land's on the anvil! Heavy are the blows! 

(But the woric will be a marvel when it's done) 
Little bits of Kingdoms cannot stand agunst their foes. 

England's bong hammered, hammered, hammeitd im 

There shall be one people — ^it shall serve one Lord— 
(Neither Priest nor Baron shall escape!) 

1 r shall have one speech and law, soul and strength and twoi 
England's being hammered, hammered, hammered in 

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(a. d. 1 100) 

f Y SON," said the Norman Baron, "I am dying, and you 

will be heir 
all the broad acres in England that William gave me for 

my share 
len we conquered the Saxon at Hastings, and a nice little 

handful it is. 
t before you go over to rule it I wrnt you to understand 

this: — 

'he Saxon is not like us Normans. His manners are not 

so polite. 
t he never means anything serious till he talks about 

justice and right. 
len he stands like an ox in the furrow with his sullen set 

eyes on your own, 
d grumbles, "This isn't fair dealings," my son, leave the 

Saxon alone. 

"ou can horsewhip your Gascony archers, or torture your 

Picardy spears, 
t don't try that game on the Saxon; you'll have the whole 

brood round your ears. 
3m the richest old Thane in the county to the poorest 

chained serf in the field, 
ley'U be at you and on you like hornets, and, if you are 

wise, you will yield. 

lut first you must master their language, their dialect, 

proverbs and songs, 
m't trust any clerk to interpret when they come with the 

tale of their wrongs. 



Let dwm know thit you know what Atfn MyiBJjiletdk^^ 

fed dut yotrlnaw vtMmtifM >'•'■'-' 
Yes, even when you wsnt to go hoJiting, bear 'em out if > 

takes you aU day. ' 

"ThorH dripk wy hour qC tbc dajdigj^ and poach liii^mj 

Ikmt of the dark} 
It's the spott not die xabbiadicy *ie aftar (we 've plea^ -ci 

game in the parit). 
DDa'C-haas them or cat off th^E ingirsK Ihat'a wast^Fvf 

as well as unkiDd, 
Foe a-hanUlHtten, SouthKouatry poacher mak^ the be^ 

man<«t-anns you can find. 

"Appear with your wife and the childim at thdr weddings 

and (unerus and feasts. 
Be polite but not friendly to Bishops; be good to all poor 

parish priests. 
Say 'we/ 'us' and 'ours' when you're talking instead of 

'you fellows' and 'I.' 
Don't ride over seeds; keep your temper; and neoeryou ielf 

'em a lie!" 


'Magna Chakta, June 15, 1215) 

AT RUNNYMEDE, at Runnymedt, 

What say the reeds at Runnymede? 
The lissom reeds that give and take. 
That bend so far, but never break. 
They keep the sleepy Thames awake 
With tales of John at Runnymede. 

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At Runnymede, at Runnymede, 

Oh hear the reeds at Runnymede: — 
"You must n't sell, delay, deny, 
A freeman's right or liberty. 
It wakes the stubborn Englishry, 

We saw 'em roused at Runnymede! 

"When through our ranks the Barons came. 
With little thought of praise or blame. 
But resolute to play the game. 

They lumbered up to Runnymede; 
And there they launched in solid line, 
The first attack on Right Divine — 
The curt, uncompromising *Sign!' 

That settled John at Runnymede. 


At Runnymede, at Runnymede, 
Your rights were won at Runnymede! 
No freeman shall be fined or bound. 

Or dispossessed of freehold ground. 
Except by lawful judgment found 
And passed upon him by his peers! 
Forget not, after all these years. 

The Charter signed at Runnymede." 

And still when Mob or Monarch lays 
Too rude a hand on English ways, 
The whisper wakes, the shudder plays, 

Across the reeds at Runnymede. 
And Thames, that knows the moods of kings. 
And crowds and priests and suchlike things. 
Rolls deep and dreadful as he brings 

Their warning down from Runnymede! 



(Parliaments of Henry III, 1265) 

'TpHERE are four good legs to my Father's Chair- 
Priest and People and Lords and Crown. 
I sits on all of 'em fair and square, 
And that is the reason it don't break down. 

I won't trust one leg, nor two, nor three, 
To carry my weight when I sets me down, 
1 wants all four of 'em under me — 
Priest and People and Lords and Crown. 

I ^ts on all four and I favours none — 
Priest, nor People, nor Lords, nor Crown 
And I never tilts in my chair, my son, 
And that is the reason it don't break down! 

When your time comes to sit in my Chair, 
Remember your Father's habits and rules. 
Sit on all four legs, fair and square. 
And never be tempted by cni:4e^ed stools! 



(The Fifteenth Century) 

A T TWO o'clock in the morning, if you open your wimii 
and listen, 
You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to ciU ' 


id the trees in the shadow nistle and the trees in the moon- 
light glisten, 

And though it is deep, dark, night, you feel that the night 
is done. 

do the cows in the field. They graze for an hour and lie 

Dozing and chewing the cud; or a bird in the ivy wakes, 
irrups one note and is still, and the restless Wind strays on. 
Fidgeting far down the road, till, softly, the darkness 

ck comes the Wind full strength with a blow like an angel's 

^ wing,. 

3entle but waking the world, as. he shouts: "The Sun! 

The Sun!" 
d the light floods over the fields and the birds begin to sing, 
^nd the Wind dies down in the grass. It is day and his 

work is done. 

when the world is asleep, and there seems no hope of her 

I>it of some long, bad dream that makes her mutter and 

ddenly, all men arise to the noise of fetters breaking, 
\nd every one smiles at his neighbour and tells him his soul 

is his own! 

(The Tudor Monarchy) 

kNCE on a time was a King anxious to understand 

What was the wisest thing a man could do for his land, 
ost of his population hurried to answer the question, 
ach with a long oration, each with a new suggestion. 


TbiBjf interrupted Kis meals — he wasn't safe in his bed fvm 

They hung round his neck and heels, and ac last Hit 

Majesty fled from 'em. 
He put on a leper's cloak (people leave lepers alone). 
Olt of the window he broke, and abdicated his throne- 
All that rapturous day, while his Court and his Ministrr? 

mourned him. 
He danced on his own highway ti It his own Policemen wamr<J 

G«y and cheerful he ran (lepers don't cheer as a rule) 
"Irn he found a philosopher-man teaching an infant-sirhool. 
Tte windows were open wide, the King sat down on the giMi. 
And heard the children inside reciting "Our King is an as.' 
The King popped in his head, "Some people would call this 

But I think you are right," he said; " Wiii you kindiy gin 

mc your reason ? " 
Lepers in school are as rare as kings with a leper's dress on. 
But the class didn't stop or stare; it calmly went on with tk 

" The wisest /hiag, we suppose, thai a man can do Jar his land, 
Is the work thai lies under his nose, with the tools that lie tai" 

his hand." 
The King whipped off his cloak, and stfx>d in his crown betin 

He said: "My dear little folk, Ex ore parvulomm — 
(Which is Latin for "Children know more than grown-u{K 

would credit") 
You have shown me the rCKui to go, aod 1 propose to tread it' 
Back to his Kingdom he ran, and issued a PtxxJamation, 
" Let every living man return to his occupation i " 
Then he explained to the mob that cheered in his palace and 

round it, 
"I've been to look for a job, and Heaven be pnuscd Tn 

found it!" 

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(A. D. 1580) 

COUTH and far south below the Line, 

Our Admiral leads us on. 
Above, undreamed-of planets shine — 

The stars we knew arc gone. 
Around, our clustered seamen mark 

The silent deep ablaze 
With fires, through which the far-down shark 

Shoots glimmering on his ways. 


The sultry tropic breezes fail 

That plagued us all day through; 
Like molten silver hangs our sail. 

Our decks are dark with dew. 
Now the rank moon commands the sky. 

Ho! Bid the watch beware 
And rouse all sleeping men that lie 

Unsheltered in her glare. 

How long the time 'twixt bell and bell! 

How still our Ian thorns burn ! 
How strange our whispered words that tell 

Of England and return ! 
Old towns, old streets, old friends, cfld loves, 

We name them each to each, 
While the lit face of Heaven removes 

Them farther from our reach. 

Now is the utmost ebb of night 

When mind and body sink, 
And loneliness and gathering fright 

Overwhelm us, if we think — 


Te^ look, where in hit room ftput, 
Ail windows opened widci 

Our Admiral thnuta away the chart 
And comes to walk outnde. 

Kindly, from man tt> man he goes, 

With comft»t, praise, or jest. 
Quick to suspect our childish woes. 

Our terror and unrest. 
It is as though the sun should shine — 

Our midn^t fears arc gone! 
Soudi and hi south below die line. 

Our Admiral leads us onl 


(England at Wax) 

"Vl/HEN Horse and Rider each can trust the odwreffeT- 
** where, 
It takes a fence and more than a fence to pound that iitppf 

For the one will do what the other demands, although he is 

beaten and blown. 
And when it is done, they can live through a run that neither 

could face alone. 

When Crew and Captain understand each other to the core, 
It takes a gale and more than a gale to put their ship ashore; 
For the one will do what the other commands, although they 

are chilled to the bone. 
And both together can live through weather that neither 

could face alone. 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 757 

en King and People understand each other past a doubt, 
akes a foe and more than a foe to knock that country 


tKe one will do what the other requires as soon as the 

need is shown, 
i hand in hand they can make a stand which neither could 

make alone! 

s wisdom had Elizabeth and all her subjects too, 
she was theirs and they were hers, as well the Spaniard 

when his grim Armada came to conquer the Nation and 

y, back to back they met an attack that neither could face 

s not wealth nor talk nor trade nor schools nor even the 

11 save your land when the enemy's hand is tightening 

round your throat, 
t a King and a People who thoroughly trust each other in 

all that is done 
a sleep on their bed without any dread — for the world will 

leave 'em alone! 


(i 603-1 62 5) 

npHE child of Mary Queen of Scots, 

A shifty mother's shiftless son. 
Bred up among intrigues and plots, 

LearnM in all things, wise in none. 
Ungainly, babbling, wasteful, weak. 

Shrewd, clever, cowardly, pedantic. 
The sight of steel would blanch his cheek. 

The smell of baccy drive him frantic. 

758 RUDYARD KlPIiDIG^ ^^Eteb 

He W9B thcaothor^iNiiHiiir— 
-He wrote that witchcsidmild befamt; 

He wrote that monarchs were divine. 
And left a son "Who-^fmyvttl they weren't! 

(Civil Wars, 1642) 

^AKED and grey the Cotswdds stand 

Beneath the automn siin. 
And the stubble-fields on either hand 

Where Stour and Avon run. 
There is no change in the patient land 

That has bred us every one. 

She should have passed in cloud and fire 

And saved us from this sin 
Of war — ^rcd war — 'twixt child and sire. 

Household and Idth and kin. 
In the heart of a sleepy Midland shire. 

With the harvest scarcely in. 

But there is no change as we meet at last 
On the brow-head or the plain. 

And the raw astonished ranks stand fast 
To slay or to be slain 

By the men they knew in the kindly past 
That shall never come again — 

By the men they met at dance or chase. 

In the tavern or the hall. 
At the justice-bench and the market-plac 

At the cudgel-play or brawl — 
Of their own blood and speech and race. 

Comrades or neighbours all! 

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More bitter than death this day must prove 

Whichever way it go, 
For the brothers of the maids we love 

Make ready to lay low 
Their sisters' sweethearts, as we move 

Against our dearest foe. 

Thank Heaven ! At last the trumpets peal 

Before our strength gives way. 
For King or for the Commonweal 

No matter which they say. 
The first dry rattle of new-drawn steel 

Changes the world to-day! 




TF WARS were won by feasting. 

Or victory by song, 
Or safety found in sleeping sound. 

How England would be strong! 
But honour and dominion 

Are not maintained so, 
They're only got by sword and shot, 

And this the Dutchmen know ! 

The moneys that should feed us. 

You spend on your delight. 
How can you then have sailor-meii 

To aid you in your fight? 
Our fish and cheese are rotten. 

Which makes the scurvy grow— 
We cannot serve you if we stannei 

And this the Dutchmen know ! 


Our ships in every harbour 

Be neither whole nor sound. 
And, when we seek to mend a leak. 

No oakum can be found, 
Or, if it is, the caulkers, 

And cupcnten alio, 
For lack of pay-have gone nnj, 

Atidtkii the Dutehmen hum ! 


Mere powdo-, guaS} and ballets. 

We scarce can gee at all, 
Thar price was ^^t in metTimetit 

And revel at Whitehall, 
While we in tattered doublets 

From ship to ship must row. 
Beseeching friends for odds and ends- 

Aad this the Dutchmen know ! 

No King will heed our warnings. 

No Court will pay our claims — 
Our King and Court for their disport 

Do sell the very Thames! 
For, now De Ruyter's topsails, 

Off naked Chatham show. 
We dare not meet him with our fleet — 

And this the Dutchmen know I 


(The Army Musket — 1700-1815) 

TN THE days of lace-ruflles, perukes and brocade 

Brown Bess was a partner whom none could despise — 
An out-spoken, flinty-lipped, brazen-faced jade, 
With a habit of looking men straight in the eyes — 


ilenheim and Ramillies fops would confess 

f were pierced to the heart by the charms of Brown Bess. 

jgh her sight was not long and her weight was not small 
it her actions were winning, her language was clear; 
everyone bowed as she opened the ball 
1 the arm of some high-gaitered, grim grenadier. 
Europe admitted the striking success 
lie dances and routs that were given by Brown Bess. 

n ruffles were turned into stiff leather stocks 
id people wore pigtails instead of perukes 
m Bess never altered her iron-grey locks, 
le knew she was valued for more than her looks. 
y powder and patches was always my dress, 
I think I am killing enough," said Brown Bess. 

lie followed her red-coats, whatever they did, 

•om the heights of Quebec to the plains of Assaye, 

n Gibraltar to Acre, Cape Town and Madrid, 

nd nothing about her was changed on the way; 

t most of the Empire which now we possess 

won through those years by rid-fashioned Brown Bess.) 

tubbom retreat or in stately advance, 
rom the Portugal coast to the cork-woods of Spain 
had puzzled some excellent Marshals of France 
ill none of them wanted to meet her again: 
later, near Brussels, Napoleon — no less — 
mged for a Waterloo ball with Brown Bess. 

had danced till the dawn of that terrible day — 
lie danced on till dusk of more terrible night, 
1 before her linked squares his battalions gave way 
nd her long fierce quadrilles put his lancers to flight: 
1 when his gilt carriage drove off in the press, 
liave danced my last dance for the world!" said Brown 


If you go to Museums — there's one in Whitehall— 
Where old weapons are shown with their names « 

You will find her, upstanding, her back to the wall, 
As stiff as a ramrod, the flint in her teeth. 

And if ever we English had reason to bless 

Any arm save our mothers', that arm is Brown Bess! 



"TWAS not while England's sword unsheathed 

Hit-half a world to fl^t. 
Nor while their new-built cities breathed 

Secure behind her might; 
Not while she poured from Pole to Line 

Treasure and ships and men — 
These wotshippets at Freedom's shrine 

They did not quit her thenl 

Not till thdr foes were driven forth 

By England o'er rfic main — 
Not till Ac Frenchman from the Nortfi 

Had gone with shattered Spain; 
Not till die dean-swept oceans ^owed 

No hostile flag unrolled. 
Did they remember what they owed 

To Freedom — and were bold! 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 763 


T^HE snow lies thick on Valley Forge, 

The ice on the Delaware, 
But the poor dead soldiers of King George 
They neither know nor care — 

Not though the earliest primrose break 

On the sunny side of the lane, 
And scuffling rookeries awake 

Their England's spring again. 

They will not stir when the drifts are gone 

Or the ice melts out of the bay: 
And the men that served with Washington 

Lie all as still as thev. 

They will not stir though the mayflower blows 
In the moist dark woods of pine, 

And every rock-strewn pasture shows 
Mullein and columbine. 

Each for his land, in a fair fight. 

Encountered, strove, and died. 
And the kindly earth that knows no spite 

Covers them side by side. 

She is too busy to think of war; 

She has all the world to make gay; 
And, behold, the yearly flowers are, 

Where they were in our fathers* day! 

Golden-rod by the pasture-wall 

When the columbine is dead. 
And sumach leaves that turn, in fall. 

Bright as the blood they shed. 



"TflE boat! of NewlMTeB and Fdkestone and Dover 

To Dieppe and Boologne and t» Calais croas over ; 
And in each of dioK runs there is not a square yard 
Where the En|^ and French haven't raiq^t and fdn^t 

If the ships dut were sunk could be floated once more, 
They'd stretch tike a raft from dw shore ra the shore. 
And we'd see, as we crossed, every pattern and {dan 
Of ship that was built unce sea^-fighting began. 

There'd be bircmes and brigandnes, cutters and sloops, 
C<^s, carracks and galleons with gay gjlded poops — 
Hoys, caravels, ketches, corvettes and the rest. 
As thick as r^attas, from Ram^ate to Brest. 

But the galleys of Csesar, the squadrons of Sluys, 
And Nelson's crack frigates are hid from our eyes, 
Where the high Seventy-fours of Napoleon's days 
Lie down wi£ Deal luggers and French chasse-mariet. 

They'll answer no signal — they rest on the ooze. 

With their honey-combed guns and their skeleton crews — . 

And racing above them, through sunshine or gale. 

The Cross-Channel packets come in with the Mul. 

Then the poor sea-sick passengers, English and French, 
Must open their trunks on the Custom-house bench. 
While the officers rummage for smuggled cigars 
And nobody thinks of our blood-thirsty wars! 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 765 

I 9 I 4- I 8 

"^H, WHERE are you going to, all you Big Steamers, 

With England's own coal, up and down the salt seas?" 
We are going to fetch you your bread and your butter, 
Your beef, pork, and mutton, eggs, apples, and cheese.'* 

And where will you fetch it from, all you Big Steamers, 
And where shall I write you when you are away?" 

' We fetch it from Melbourne, Quebec, and Vancouver — 
Address us at Hobart, Hong-Kong, and Bombay." 

'But if anything happened to all you Big Steamers, 
And suppose you were wrecked up and down the salt sea?" 

'Then you'd have no coffee or bacon for breakfast, 
And you'd have no muffins or toast for your tea." 

'Then I'll pray for fine weather for all you Big Steamers, 

For little blue billows and breezes so soft." 
*Oh, billows and breezes don't bother Big Steamers, 

For we're iron below and steel-rigging aloft." 

"Then I'll build a new lighthouse for all you Big Steamers, 
With plenty wise pilots to pilot you through." 

"Oh, the Channel's as bright as a ball-room already. 
And pilots are thicker than pilchards at Looc." 

"Then what can I do for you, all you Big Steamers, 
Oh, what can I do for your comfort and good?" 

"Send out your big warships to watch your big waters. 
That no one may stop us from bringing you food. 


" For the inad that you eatandtheiiscmtsyami^HItt 
7%r sweett that you ttilk'^MAe,iia^ Out you stm^ 

They sn hrought to you d»ify iyuUut Big Steumen-~ 
And ^ any oat hindert our tomif^ ytm ff Jtm-wt l" 



AVE WERE taken fioin the ore4itri«nd «ke mine. 

We were melttd in tbe^iraice wid dK:{MC — 
We were cast and wrought and hammered to design, 

We were cut and filed and tooled and gauged to fit. 
Some water, coal, and oil is all we ask, 

And a thousandth of an inch to give us play: 
And now if you will set us to our task. 

We will serve you four and twenty hours a day! 

We can pull and haul and push and lift and drive. 
We can print and plough and weave and heat and ^ht, 
We can run and jump and swim and fly and dive. 
We can see and hear and count and read and write! 

Would you call a friend from half across the world? 

If you'll let us have his name and town and State, 
You shall see and hear your crackling quesrion hurled 

Across the arch of heaven while you wait. 
Has he answered? Does he need you at his side? 

You can start this very evening if you choose. 
And take the Western Ocean in the stride 

Of seventy thousand horses and some screwsl 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 767 

The boat-express is waiting your command! 
You will find the Mauretania at the quay, 
Till her captain turns the lever 'neath his hand, 
And the monstrous nine-decked city goes to sea. 

o you wish to make the mountains bare their head 
And lay their new-cut forests at your feet? 
^ you want to turn a river in its bed, 
Or plant a barren wilderness with wheat? 
lall we pipe aloft and bring you water down 
From the never-failing cisterns of the snows, 
D work the mills and tramways in your town. 
And irrigate your orchards as it flows? 

It is easy! Give us dynamite and drills! 

Watch the iron-shouldered rocks lie down and quake 

As the thirsty desert-level floods and fills, 

And the vallev we have dammed becomes a lake. 

It remember, please, the Law by which we live, 
We are not built to comprehend a lie, 
e can neither love nor pity nor forgive. 
If you make a slip in handling us you die! 
e are greater than the Peoples or the Kings — 
Be humble, as you crawl beneath our rods! — 
ir touch can alter all created things. 
We are everything on earth — except The Gods! 

Though our smoke may hide the Heavens from your eyes, 
It will vanish and the stars will shine again^ 
Because y for all our power and weight and size. 
We are nothing more than children of your brain / 


I 9 1 1 

f2AY go uf mtidgay go down 

To rmr Mf Bells ^ London Town." 
fyjun Lonam Town's asleep in bed 
You'll hear the Bells ring overhead. 

In exeelsis gloria ! 

Singing/or Victoria, 
Rinptig for their mi^itf mistress — ten years dead I 

The Belu: 

Here is more gain dun Glortsna guessed — 

That Gloriana guessed or Indies bring — 
Than golden Indies bring. A Queen confessed — 

A ^ecn confessed that crowned her people King. 
Her people King, and crowned all Kings above. 

Above all Kings have crowned their Queen their lovc-^ 
Have crowned their love their Queen, their Queen their lov* 

Denying her, we do ourselves deny, 
Disowning her are we ourselves disowned. 

Mirror was she of our fidelity. 
And handmaid of our dcsriny enthroned; 

The very marrow of Youth's dream, and sdll 

Yoke-mate of wisest Age that worked her willl 

Our fathers had declared to us her praise — 

Her praise the years had proven past all speech. 

And past all speech our loyal hearts always. 
Always our hearts lay open, each to each — 

Therefore men gave their treasure and their blood 

To this one woman — for she understood! 

INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 769 

}ur 6" the clock ! Now all the world is still. 
i, London Bells y to all the world declare 
he Secret of the Empire — read who will ! 
he Glory of the People — touch who dare ! 

€E Bells: 

Power that has reached itself all kingly powers, 
St, Margaret^ s: By love o'erpowered — 
St. Martinis: By love o'erpowered — 
St. Clement Danes: By love o'erpowered. 

The greater power confers! 

iE Bells: 

For we were hers, as she*, as she was ours, 
Bow Bells: And she was ours — 
St. Paul's: And she was ours — 
fVestminster: And she was ours. 

As we, even we were hers! 

iE Bells: 

As we were hers! 


\UR England is a garden that is full of stately views. 

Of borders, beds and shrubberies and lawns and avenues, 
ith statues on the terraces and peacocks strutting by; 
It the Glory of the Garden lies in more than meets the eye. 

>r where the old thick laurels grow, along the thin red wall, 
3u'll find the tool- and potting-sheds which are the heart of 

le cold-frames and the hot-houses, the dungpits and the 

le rollers, carts and drain-pipes, with the barrows and the 



And there you'll see the gardeners, the men and 'prenc^^ 

Told ofF to do as they are bid and do it without noise; 
For, except when seeds are planted and we shout to scare 

The Glory of the Garden it abideth not in words. 

And some can pot begonias and some can bud a rose. 
And some are hardly fit to trust with anything that grows; 
But they can roll and trim the lawns and sift the sand am 

For the Glory of the Garden occupieth all who come. 

Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made 
By singing: — "Oh, how beautiful!" and sitting in the shade 
While better men than we go out and start their working liv 
At grubbing weeds from gravel-paths with broken dinnei 

There's not a pair of legs so thin, there's not a head so thic 
There's not a hand so weak and white, nor yet a heart so sic 
But it can find some needful job that's crying to be done, 
For the Glory of the Garden glorifieth every one. 

Then seek your job with thankfulness and work till further 

If it*s only netting strawberries or killing slugs on borders; 
And when your back stops aching and your hands begin to 

You will find yourself a partner in the Glory of the Garden. 

Oh, Adam was a gardener, and God who made him sees 
That half a proper gardener's work is done upon his knees, 
So when your work is finished, you can wash your hands and 

hoT the Glory of the Garden that it may not pass away! 
And the Glory of the Garden it shall yicver pass away ! 


INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 771 


(Theodore Roosevelt in 19 19) 

The Interpreter then called /or a man-servant of his, one Great-Heart,** 

— Bunyan*s ** Pilgrim's Progress,** 

(CONCERNING brave Captains 

Our age hath made known 
For all men to honour, 

One standeth alone, 
Of whom, o'er both oceans 

Both Peoples may say: 
"Our realm is diminished 

With Great-Heart away." 

In purpose unsparing, 

In action no less. 
The labours he praised 

He would seek and profess 
Through travail and battle. 

At hazard and pain. . . . 
And our world is none the braver 

Since Great-Heart was ta'en! 

Plain speech with plain folk. 

And plain words for false things. 
Plain faith in plain dealing 

'Twixt neighbours or kings 
He used and he followed. 

However it sped. . . . 
Oh, our world is none more honest 

Now Great-Heart is dead! 

Hie heat of lus tfint 

Struck vsnb Amm^ jiU bmdt; 
For he iond M^ « flhoiKd 

'Emtdvetf tm cf tluaHMHfti 
In love, M in htte, 

Piyiiig home to the bwt . . . 
But our world is none die kinder 

Now GreetHeart hath panedl 

Raidrschoded by long power. 

Tet mott homUe of nund 
Whoe aog^t that he was 

hfi^t advantage mankind. 
Leal servant, loved master, 

Rare comrade, sure guide . 
Oh, our world is none the safer 

Now Great-Heart hath died! 

Let those who would handle 

Make sure they can wield 
His far-reaching sword 

And his close-guarding shield; 
For those who must journey 

Henceforward alone 
Have need of stout convoy 

Now Great<Heart is gone. 



f the Augustan Age ,. 609 

e was and he made his prayer 251 

d glorious thing it is • 50 

poke to a Nation, 208 

tatters on the garden path, 425 

Krow out on either hand 575 

tofBedfordy ^2 

hman, the Durani Chiefs of him is the story toU, .... 279 

time that taverns shut 725 

)rld where all men grieve 446 

urial-parties leave 365 

ick of the City when Rome was sunk to a name .712 

: avails the classic bent 391 

Jenkins of the "Operatic Own," 5 

g to the judgment-seat 608 

Id over, nursing their scars, 638 

the housetops to the North 700 

are sulky, while some will plunge 574 

^ere stronger hands than mine 700 

ly a-dreaming beneath the Apple Tree 738 

>dy seen Bill 'Awkins?" 504 

e Halls at Lumley, rose the vision of a comely .... 59 

littin* into the Ditch aboard the Crocodile^ 492 

her the Frigate, bepainted and fine, 161 

n was breaking the Sambhur belled — 734 

lede, at Runnymede, 750 

! of a winter day, 381 

where he went in . . , . . . 708 

len under cover I *ave said, 537 

xk in the morning, if you open your window and listen, . 752 

lard o* the Widow at Windsor 470 

* lands of the Japanee 129 

I *neath the Simla pine — 49 

jred that on our side 169 

our last fight were we? 604 

ought it far from men, 604 

s! Hark to your bees I 659 

dnight breaks in storm, 337 

Spring I garnered Autumn's gain, 636 



Beneath the deep verandah's shade, ■ 7* I 

Between the waving tufts of jungle-grass, ^ I 

Beyond the path of the outmost sun throogh utter darkness hurfed— % I 

"Blessed be the English and all their wafs and mmkut fH M 

Boanerges Blitzen, servant of the Queen, if I 

Boh Da Thone was a warrior bold: 4 I 

Brethren, how shall it fare with me 9^ I 

Broke to eoery known mischance^ lifted ooer ail ^ m 

Buy my English posies /. ^1 

By the Hoof of the WM Goat uptoased ifD I 

By the Laws of the Family Grcle 'tis written in letters of brm . • 'S I 
By the old Moulmdn Pagoda, lookin' eastward to die sea,. . . • 4)^ I 

By the well, where the bullocks go B I 

China-going P. and O.'s 43 I 

Cities and Thrones and Powers ^ S* I 

Gmceming brave Captains ^ I 

Cry "Murder" in the market-place, and each ffl I 

Dark children of the mere and marsh, V I 

Dawn off the Foreland — the young flood making ^ 1 

Delilah Abcryswith was a lady — not too young — 

Dim dawn behind the tamarisks — the sky is saffron-yellow — . . . ^' 

Duly with knees that feign to quake — Vi^ 

*E was warned agin *er — 5* 

Eddi. priest of Sr. Wilfrid («' 

England's on the anvil — hear the hammers ring — 7^ 

ErMeb beyond the Hills of Ao-St^ai 3^ 

Ere Mor the Peacock flutters, ere the Monkey People cry, . . . . W; 
Ere the steamer bore him Eastward, Slear>' was engaged to marr>* i- 

Excellent herbs had our fathers of old — 631 

Eyes aloft, over dangerous places, ^. 

Eyes of grey — a sodden quay, . '. . . . Ji 

Fair is our lot — goodly is our heritage ! 19* 

Farewell and adieu to you, Harwich Ladies, 63<* 

Farewell, Romance! the Cave-men said; ^"if^ 

Files— 40* 

For a season there must be pain — 680 

For all we have an^i are, 37* 

For our white and our excellent nights — for the nights of swift running, T^" 

For the s;ike of him who showed 591 

For things we never mention, n" 

Fn^m the wheel and the drift of Things 6fc 

l-'ull thirty Uxn she towered from waterline to rail JT9 

ii^y go uT" *:*:J ^*i\ go Jo'^n 7^ 

iiO, stalk the red deer o'er the heather, 57J 

Cuxl gave all men all earth to love, .... J44 



fathers, known of old, 37*7 

ou, peaceful gentlemen, let nothing you dismay,. . 319 

the mistress — silver for the maid — 577 

King in England, from London town is gone, ... .721 

I news of my boy Jack?** 247 

;trong waters and his speech was coarse; 576 

in the very battle-smoke 233 

he Song of the Dead — in the North by the torn berg-edges — . 196 

Ik her round. Heave, ah, heave her short again! . 127 

patriot distressed, a spx>tless spirit hurt, 259 

vas still on her sword-hilt, the spur was still on her heel, . 214 

I to my own again, 646 

Trse to tame 408 

>thing new nor aught unproven^' say the Trumpets^ . 341 

in a flung festoon, 610 

e my fresh-turned furrows run, 242 

re the joy of the Leopard: his horns are the Bufl^alo's pride. 705 

s St. Helena from a little child at play?*' 596 

the know the worship we would do her? 52 

:t is the shepherd's sweet life! 39 

mder Mookerjee, pride of Bow Bazaar, 17 

nd of their fathers 554 

lost Wise Baviaan, saying in most wise tones, .... 670 

1 of a whale that died 395 

i drew for my love's sake 562 

ik for holy saints to guide me on my way, ^23 

'e my Empire's foes, 546 

ny Duke ere I was a lover, 564 

:ert, party, ball — 25 

as dawn was breaking 31 

given my charge to keep — 587 

your bread and salt 3 

for you a songy 448 

onest serving-men 671 

in whose hands are laid 648 

lates in the morning (and oh, but I am old!) .... 653 

iss shake in the sun for leagues on either hand, . 570 

jsage to my dear — loi 

^ey which is strictly true y 718 

>se against you the fleet-footed vines — 703 

nber what I was, I am sick of rope and chain — 709 

lother could see me now, with a fence-post under my arm, 527 

of Cities very sumptuously builded 660 

luncfust of our fleet . 170 

veil pleased with what I knowcd, 559 


I weBtintoaniblk-'oatetOBetapiiito'bccr, m 

I'm '(» in a tickr nkter an' « bnfccn hillTCdck 'at, ifj 

I'm jtMt in lore wiA thcic tluce, ol 

I've a head Eke a cooccrtina, I've a tnogiM 1^ a b ut w uicfc, . . ^ 

I've never Miled the Anumm, ( 

I've paid far joat nckett Ikaciei; I've hnmoored 700 cracfcedM 

whim— 147 I 

I've taken taj fun where I've found it;... !"'' 

iranrGodihoiiklwr Nl 

Ifdoimherel chance to die, ......35 

If extended irf j i M v atkM i of the waya and waritM nf aaa, • . ■ • JJi 
"If I have taken theounmondajr ..........fct 

Ifl were hanged on die MghcKhil^ ^u 

Ifit bcr^fwnt tobokoH,etalledindtepacfad<(wJ, tt 

If the Led Striker call it a atrike, Uo 

If dmi^t can reach to Heaven, tjl 

If wan wnewon bf featting, .••■■75) 

Ifjon can keep ytxir head when all aboat yon ....... iff 

If yoD atop to find out what your wages wUl be 4I* 

If you wake at midnight, and hear « horac'a feet "po 

If you've ever stole > phea«ant-<|g be'ind the keeper't back, . , . 4^ 
. /M^'mii he was " broke." There a ftET left ........ S^ 

In a land that iht sand mtriajt — tht aajt to hrr j/Uti mt unlnd— . • 7^' 

in Lowestoft a boat was laid, T7 

In the day* of lace-niffles, perukes and brocade ....... T^ 

In the dayrime, when she moved about me, . . . . . . ■ !iS 

In the name of the Empress of India, make way, 37 

In the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage 39i 

It got beyond all orders an' it got beyond all 'ope; ...... 4$7 

It is always a temptation to an armed and agile nation, .... 74? 

It was an artless Battdm- and he danced upon a fnne, . . , . > 3' 
It was an August evening and, in snowy garments dad, . . . > ^' 

It was not in the open fight 57! 

It was not pan of their Wood 739 

It was our war-ship ClampherJovn . . ■ '!! 

It's forty in the sluule tcvday the pouting eaves declare; . . . ■ 'P! 

Jack Barrett went to Quetta " 

Jane Austen Beecher Stowe de Rouse .........•** 

Jenny and Me were engaged, you see, ^ 

Jubal sang of the Wrath of God *"* 

Kabul town's by Kabul rivei— «H 

King Solomon drew merchantmen '7* 

LandofourBirth, we pledge to thee ^ 

Legate, I had the news last night — my cohort ordered home . . . 7*J 

'Los you want your toes trod off you'd better get back at once, . . i]' 



iM US admit it fairly ^ as a business people should^ 344 

^ IM us now praise famous men** 623 

lifSe's all getting and giving, 689 

Lived a woman wonderful, 237 

Look, you have cast out Love! What Gods are these 573 

Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream, . . 137 

Love and Death once ceased their strife 423 

Man goes to Man! Cry the challenge through the Jungle! . . . 707 

March! The mud is cakin' good about our trousies, 490 

Me that *ave been what I've been — 524 

Men make them fires on the hearth 93 

Mine was the woman to me, darkling I found her: 183 

Mithras, God of the Morning, our trumpets waken the Wall! . . . 589 

Much I owe to the Lands that grew — 652 

My brother kneels, so saith Kabir, 740 

My father's father saw it not, 614 

My garden blazes brightly with the rose-bush and the peach, ... 89 

My name is O* Kelly, I've heard the Revelly 486 

My new-cut ashlar takes the light 580 

"My son," said the Norman Baron, "I am dying and you will be heir 749 

Naked and grey the Cotswolds stand 758 

Neither the harps nor the crowns amused, nor the cherubs' dove-winged 

races — 66i* 

No doubt but ye are the People — your throne is above the Kings. . 347 

No hope, no change! The clouds have shut us in, 92 

**None whole or clean," we cry, "or free from stain 23 

Not in the camp his victory lies 366 

Not in the thick of the fight, 163 

Not though you die to-night O Sweet, and wail, 574 

Not with an outcry to Allah nor any complaining 598 

Now Chil the Kite brings home the night 705 

Now it is not good for the Christian's health to hustle the Aryan brown, 603 

Now Jones had left his new-wed bride to keep his house in order, . . 13 
Now the Four-way Lodge is opened, now the Hunting Winds are 

loose — 311 

Now the New Year, reviving last Year's Debt, 28 

Now the new year reviving old desires, 187 

Now, this is the cup the White Men drink 324 

Now this is the Law of the Jungle — as old and as true as the sky; 626 

Now this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser decreed, . . 327 

Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, • 41 1 

Now we are come to our Kingdom, 562 

O woe is me for the merry life 309 

O ye who tread the Narrow Way 105 

Of all the trees that grow so fair, 565 


Oh, East il East, and IftJl il tfetl, and nntr At tanin skaU mttt, . . M 
Oh galiant was our galley from her carven steoing-wheel . . . . tt 

Oh glorious are the guarded hdghts ... - 35! 

Oh Hubshee, carry your shoes in your hand and bow yowr hod ot 

your breast! . 13' 

Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind ua, 70I 

Oh, light was the world that he weighed in his hands! t/S 

Oh, little did rhe Wolf^hild catr— 70* 

"Oh, where are you going to, ail you Big Steamers, . . ■ 7*5 

Cft ye who hold the written clue *4'* 

ad Horn to Ail Atlantic said: 7*9 

"Old Mother Laidinwool had nigh twelve months been dead. . . . ^ 

Once a ripple came to land *9^ 

Once, after long-drawn revel at The Mermaid ¥» 

Once, on a glittering ice-field, ages and ages ago, 397 

Once on a time was a King anxious to understand 753 

Once we feared The Beast — when he followed us we ran, . . - *3? 

Ore from the ends of the earth — gifts at an open door — .... 2* 

One man in a thousand, Solomon says. 594 

One moment bid the horses wait, 5* 

One moment past our bodies cast *94 

Only two African Kopjes, S,'5 

Open the old cigar-box, get me a Cuba stout, J." 

Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees; . '95 

Our England is a g.irden that is full of stately views, ..... "*9 

Our Fathers in a wondrous age, .... oj- 

Our gloves are stiff with the frozen blood, 733 

Our Lord Who did the Ox command 579 

Our sister saveth such and such, ^ 

Out o' the wilderness, dusty an' dr>- 530 

Over the edge of the purple dtmn . *".■ 

Pagctt,M.P., was a li-ir, and a fluent therewith.— . -» 

Peace is declared, an' 1 return . . •?' 

Pit where the buffato cooled his hide, ^7* 

Potiphar Gubbins, C.F... 

Prophets have honour all over the Earth, *>-' 

Pussy can sit by the fire and sing, "74 

Put forth to watch, unschooled, alone, . ^1° 

^uren Bess was Harry's daughter. Sland forward parl'ifrs ,:ll ! . bTi 

Read here: This is the story of Euarru—man— 388 

Red Karl, and will ye take for guide 16,' 

RidcwithaniJIe whip, with an unused heel l"- 

Rome never looks where she treads 6u 

R..«.s red and roses white 69: 

Koyal and Dower-royal, I the Queen 500 



I 3cg. of Kolazai— slightly backward Native State — ... 9 

iglancl UQto Ph^aoh, " I must make a man of you, 226 

the ferny rjde jthat steals ^^^ 

tn from all the xporld back to Docks agaiity' 156 

Vatchmen sitting in a tofwer, 448 

Junior Orderly Sei^geant 516 

pped the bar, she shot the bolt, she fed the fire anew, . 702 

ho poured the harvest and made the winds to Uow, 585 

(ff from the wharf-edge! Steady! 691 

md taulor am I — 737 

uv surer than sounds or sights 541 

' my pipe 00 the mountings, sniffin' the momin' cool, . 458 

*s your Empire. No more wine, then? Good 78 

as 'neath the Kalka hills 66 

e^tled it all when the storm was done 606 

, soldier come from the wars, 457 

ind fv south below the Line, 755 

I* in general, I *ave tried *em all — 100 

ed in the straight when the race was his own! 574 

TS drawn from the ends of the earth, jewelled and plumed 

re we; 560 

the desert changes, 234 

to the locked-up trees, 568 

f English earth as much 569 

p the White Man's burden — 371 

he was laid in the Manger 248 

chelor *e fights for one 539 

nked oars fell an hundred strong, 325 

ists are very wise, 635 

Its of Newhaven and Folkestone and Dover 764 

mel's hump is an ugly lump 669 

It in all his variants from Builth to Bally-hoo, 599 

ild of Mary Queen of Scots, 757 

ses^are full of pride, 205 

rk eleventh hour 266 

id child lay in the shroud, 426 

orkeepers of Zion, 104 \ 

jrs were wide, the story saith, 636 : 

th is full of anger, 373 j 

then in 'is blindness bows down to wood an' scone; - - ' S^3 \ 

est son bestrides him, 77 

s and the beltings they roar round me 357 

r was on the cattle, for the gale was on the sea, 145 

t time that Peter denied his Lord 374 

iir Archangels, so the legends tell, 582 



The freed dove flew to the Rajah's tower— « . l|i 

The Garden called Gethsemane m 

The General 'eard the firin' on the flank, jq 

TheGodof FairBcginninp 175 

The gull ihall whbde in hu wake, the bfind wave hieak in lire. ... 6)9 

The Injian Ocean aeta an' amilet 530 

The Kuig has called for priest and cop, 43D 

The lark will make her hymn to God, 607 

The Law wheicby my lady moves (jl 

The Liner she's a lady, an' she never looks nor 'eeds — iti 

The men diat fought at Minden^ they was rcxikies in their time — . 4|l 

The night we fdt the earth would move 710 

The m^Mif^ml smord retwms ^ ustr 113 

The Ptople of the Eastern Ice, they are mdring like the anow — . , f^ 

The rain it nuns without a stay 5(7 

The road to En-dor b easy to tread 417 

The smoke upon 3rour Altar dies, 53 

The Soldier may forget his Sword, 600 

The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they ha\'e inherited that good 

part; 06 

The Stranger within my gate, 616 

The stream is shrunk — the pool is dry, . . 706 

The strength of twice three thousand horse 164 

The torn boughs trailing o*er the tusks aslant, 63$ 

The IVeald is fpod^ the Dovns are best — 558 

The white moth to the closing bine, jor 

The wind took off with the sunset — 710 

The wolf-cub at even lay hid in the corn, 607 

ITie Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay: . . . . J» 

The World hath set its heavy yoke 574 

The wreath of banquet overnight lay withered on the neck, . . . i8^ 

The wrecks dissolve above us; their dust drops down from afar — . . 199 

There are four good legs to my Father's Chair — 75: 

There are no leaders to lead us to honour, and yet without leaders we 

sally, "T 

There arc three degrees of bliss 6fc 

There arc whose study is of smells, 65: 

There dwells a wife by the Northern Gate, ic* 

There is a word you often see, pronounce it as you may — ... 5® 

There is a world outside the one you know, 548 

There is pleasure in the wet, wet clay, 605 

There is sorrow enough in the natural way 656 

There runs a road by Merrow Down — 66: 

There was a row in Silver Street that's near to Dublin Quay, ... 47^ 

There was a strife 'twixt man and maid — 603' 



was darkness under Heaven 678 

was never a Queen like Balkis, 675 

was no one like 'im, 'Orse or Foot, 507 

was Rundle, Station Master, 505 

were thirty million English who talked of England's might, . 228 

were three friends that buried the fourth, 607 

's a convict more in the Central Jail, 637 

's a Legion that never was 'listed, 222 

's a litde red-faced man, 449 

's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, . 189 

J a widen in sleepy Chester 63 

re's no sense in going further — it's the edge of cultivation," . . 119 

*s no wind along these seas, 732 

are o«r regulations — 314 

are the Four that are never content, that have never been filled 

incc the Dews began — 707 

were my companions going forth by night — 597 

yt were never your true love's eyes 181 

were our children who died for our lands: they were dear in our 

ght. 587 

bear, in place of classic names, 711 

burnt a corpse upon the sand — 575 

christened my brother of old — 339 

killed a child to please the Gods 634 

shall not return to us, the resolute, the young 346 

shut the road through the woods 557 

appened in a batde to a batt'ry of the corps 469 

ell when dinner-time was done — 73 

saw when the rites were done, 603 

% our lot if we live so long and labour unto the end — .... 368 

s the mouth-filling song of the race that was run by a Boomer. . 672 

i the sorrowful story 404 

s the State above the Law 329 

things make earth unquiet 628 

es, Powers, Dominions, Peoples, Kings, 612 

gh learned and laborious years 370 

gh the Plagues of Egyp' we was chasin' Arabi, 511 

said the Lord in the Vault above the Cherubim, 184 

\ce is far from this our wary 97 

; Heavens above us 654 

Judge of Bight and Wrong 212 

; legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned, . . . 483 

^ across our fathers* graves, 351 

;ht, God knows what thing shall tide, 576 

my" you was when it began, 522 


"naoput'i iraopin', troopin' to the sea: . . . . 
IWiy y oone of The Blood; sbwer to Uav than tc 

TirMhawiK, no man breaks whoUfloiMe . . . 
Thwi Fnhal Fisher's boarding-house, . . . . 
Tm KN white England's sword unshc«ched . , 

{jrJrtfctj/roniYDBn-M Kea , 

IWtt mj hbusc and thy house the pathway is bioail, ... .lot 

UW Chsnd lay sick Co death T? 

UmK Aj feet have trod the Road . . 6ll 

Una wIhm Bse the pregDSDt suns arapdscd. ....... ij7 

Vilour uid Innocence 6:* 

Vd tkuOfeara them, wail them roiuid — 7^ 

W* m Tai7 slightly changed « 

WftbetheGbdsof thcEast— 6e{ 

Wa hWB M> beart for the fishing, we have no hand for (he oar — . . jp 

Vfeknawthtcorold, W) 

WekttttaAlExander the strength oTHeteulca. ^! ' 

We meet in an evil land _ . . . . iq I 

We thoi^t we ranked above the ehanee of ill 367 

We were all one heart and one race 354 

We were taken (nun the ore-bed and the OMnCk 7H 

We're foot — ilng — skg — ilog — slogan' ovtv Aftkal 53' 

We're not bo old in tl^ Array Lilt, II4 

We're morchin' on relief over Injia'inuuirpltina, 4it 

We've drunk to the QuceD—GodblM her)— Ill 

We've fought with many men acrost tkeMa*> 455 

We've got the cholerer in camp — k'a wat*c than tony fighta; . . . jn 

We've rode and fought and ate and drunk at raboM ronwtohaDd, . 533 

We've aent our little Cupids all aahore — 17) 

"What are the bugles blowin' lor?" Bud Fiks-on-Parade. . . . . ^i 

^isttoottitanlitGodiiac^r 4II 

" What have IM ever done to bear thia grudge ? " 57 

What is a woman that you fbtsake her, 59J 

What ta the moral! Who ridea may read 595 

What of the hunting, hunter bold? 7* 

"What's that that hhplet at my tide?" 7*7 

When a lover hies abroad, 6oi 

When all the world wo>dd kcap a matter hid, ■ ii) 

When by the labour of my 'aiids 544 

When Earth's laat picture ia painted and the tubes are twtttsd and 

dried, 15! 

When first by Eden Tree, 640 

When, foot to wheel and back to wind, 193 

When I left Rome for Lalage'j sake 617 

When I was King and a Mason — a Master proven and skilled — . . 43I 



Julius Fabricius, Sub-Prefect of the Weald, 666 

Horse and Rider each can trust the other everywhere, . 756 

Rome was rotten-ripe to her fall, 746 

spring-time flushes the desert grass, 283 

that great Kings return to clay, 239 

the *arf-made recruity goes out to the East 474 

the cabin port-holes are dark and green 669 

the darkened Fifties dip to the North, 103 

the drums begin to beat 730 

the earth was sick and the skies were grey, 573 

the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold,. 386 

the Great Ark, in Vigo Bay, 620 

the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, . . 418 

the robust and Bra^bound Man commissioned flrst for sea 716 

the water's countenance 724 

the Waters were dried an* the Earth did appear, 494 

ye say to Tabaqui, "My Brother!" when ye call the Hyena 

) meat, 710 

youVe shouted "Rule Britannia," when you've sung "God save 

le Queen," 522 

» comest thou, Gehazi, 277 

re have you been this while away, 481 

run your coUs at pasture f 166 

t the East wind is brewed fresh and fresh every morning, . .731 

\ the sober-coloured cultivator smiles 86 

t's the lamp that Hero lit 651 

ler the State can loose and bind 630 

;ives him the Bath? 590 

lath desired the Sea? — the sight of salt water unbounded — 125 

Lnows the heart of the Christian? How does he reason? 601 

1 the Realm to-day lays down dear life for the sake of a land more dear? 256 

ecalls the twilight and the ranged tents in order 249 

ou conquer my heart with your beauty, my soul going out from 

'ar? X . . . 26 

of the World, give answer! They are whimpering to and fro — 252 

:hose that bred, with those that loosed the strife, 277 

nakes the soldier's 'eart to penk, wot makes 'im to perspire? 464 

', with tent and rifle, our careless white men go 316 | 

the last, ere our spearmen had found him, 607 ij 

dl yourself a man, 518 

^uldn't pack a Broadwood half a mile — 113 

lay talk o' gin and beer 462 

lustn't swim till you're six weeks old, 708 

lar of Virginny 618 

tiercel's too long at hack, Sir. He's no eyass 684