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Poem by Rudyard Kipling


The Runes of Weland's Sword


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

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

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

Like a shining Fish
Then it descends
Into deep Water.

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

The Gold I gather
A King covets
For an ill use

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

Like a shining Fish
Then it descends
Into deep Water.

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



Rudyard Kipling


Rudyard Kipling's other poems:
  1. The First Chantey
  2. Ulster
  3. Lady Geraldine's Hardship
  4. Cuckoo Song
  5. The Declaration of London

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