Collected Verse of Rudyard Kipling Paperback -

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1907 edition. Excerpt: ... 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--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! the second voyage 1903 We te sent our little Cupids all ashore--They were frightened, they were tired, they were cold; Our sails of silk and purple go to store, And we've cut away our mast of beaten gold (Foul weather!) Oh't is 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 risk again 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 look, Nor tempt the Lord our God that saved us whole! Yet, caring so, not overmuch we...