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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: Warning: mysql_num_rows(): supplied argument is not a valid MySQL result resource in /home/geocafeana/eng-poetry.ru/docs/english/Poem.php on line 211 5991 Views |
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