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Title: Puck of Pook's Hill

Author: Rudyard Kipling

Posting Date: February 12, 2010 [EBook #557]
Release Date: June, 1996

Language: English

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PUCK OF POOK'S HILL

by

RUDYARD KIPLING

CONTENTS

Weland's Sword
Puck's Song
A Tree Song

Young Men at the Manor
Sir Richard's Song

The Knights of the Joyous Venture
Harp Song of the Dane Women
Thorkild's Song

Old Men at Pevensey
The Runes on Weland's Sword

A Centurion of the Thirtieth
'Cities and Thrones and Powers'
A British-Roman Song

On the Great Wall
A Song to Mithras

The Winged Hats
A Pict Song

Hal o' the Draft
'Prophets have honour all over the Earth'
A Smugglers' Song

'Dymchurch Flit'
The Bee Boy's Song
A Three-Part Song

The Treasure and the Law
Song of the Fifth River
The Children's Song

WELAND'S SWORD

Puck's Song

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!

See you our little mill that clacks,
So busy by the brook?
She has ground her corn 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 broke,
On the day that Harold 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 Caesar 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;
O