Billow and breeze, islands and seas, All that was good, all that was fair, REQUIEM (From the same) Under the wide and starry sky, This be the verse you grave for me: henry John Newbolt 1862 HOPE THE HORN-BLOWER * "Hark ye, hark to the winding horn; * Reprinted by permission from Newbolt's The Sailing of the Long Ships. Copyright, 1902, by D. Appleton & Co. Huntsman, huntsman, whither away? Is it the deer, that men may dine? "Ask not yet till the day be dead An echo it may be, floating past; WHEN I REMEMBER * When I remember that the day will come Then creep I silent from the stirring hum, Something there must be that I know not here And deep communion of thine inmost kiss. * Reprinted by permission from Newbolt's The Sailing of the Long Ships. Copyright, 1902, by D. Appleton & Co. THE ONLY SON* O bitter wind toward the sunset blowing, In yonder gray old hall what fires are glowing, 66 In the great window as the day was dwindling His head was proudly held and his eyes kindling, O wind of twilight, was there no word uttered, 66.6 A great fight and a good death,' he muttered; What of the chamber dark where she was lying 66 Within her heart she rocks a dead child, crying 'My son, my little son.'" Rudyard Kipling 1865 A BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST (From Macmillan's Magazine, December, 1889) Kamal is out with twenty men to raise the Border side, And he has lifted the Colonel's mare, that is the Colonel's pride: * Reprinted by permission from Newbolt's The Sailing of the Long Ships. Copyright, 1902, by D. Appleton & Co. He has lifted her out of the stable-door between the dawn and the day, And turned the calkins upon her feet, and ridden her far away. Then up and spoke the Colonel's son that led a troop of the Guides: "Is there never a man of all my men can say where Kamal hides?" Then up and spoke Mahommed Khan, the son of the Ressaldar, "If ye know the track of the morning-mist, ye know where his pickets are. (6 At dusk he harries the Abazai-at dawn he is into Bonair "But he must go by Fort Monroe to his own place to fare, "So if ye gallop to Fort Monroe as fast as a bird can fiy, "By the favour of God ye may cut him off ere he win to the Tongue of Jagai. 66 But if he be passed the Tongue of Jagai, right swiftly turn ye then, "For the length and the breadth of that grisly plain is sown with Kamal's men." The Colonel's son has taken a horse, and a raw rough dun was he, With the mouth of a bell and the heart of Hell and the head of the gallows-tree. The Colonel's son to the Fort has won, they bid him stay to eat Who rides at the tail of a Border thief, he sits not long at his meat. He's up and away from Fort Monroe as fast as he can fly, Till he was aware of his father's mare in the gut of the Tongue of Jagai, Till he was aware of his father's mare with Kamal upon her back, And when he could spy the white of her eye, he made the pistol crack. He has fired once, he has fired twice, but the whistling ball went wide. "Ye shoot like a soldier," Kamal said. Show now if ye can ride." It's up and over the tongue of Jagai, as blown dust devils go, The dun he fled like a stag of ten, but the mare like a barren doe. The dun he leaned against the bit and slugged his head above, But the red-mare played with the snaffle-bars as a lady plays with a glove. They have ridden the low moon out of the sky, their hoofs drum up the dawn, The dun he went like a wounded bull, but the mare like a new-roused fawn. The dun he fell at a water-course-in a woful heap fell he, And Kamal has turned the red-mare back, and pulled the rider free. He has knocked the pistol out of his hand-small room was there to strive ""Twas only by favour of mine," quoth he, "ye rode so long alive; "There was not a rock for twenty mile, there was not a clump of tree, "But covered a man of my own men with his rifle Icocked on 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 a row; |