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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE RUNES ON WELAND'S SWORD, by RUDYARD KIPLING Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: A smith makes me Last Line: But for the thing. Subject(s): Mythology - Norse | |||
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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF ARNKEL by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE THE DESCENT OF ODIN; AN ODE by THOMAS GRAY THE FATAL SISTERS by THOMAS GRAY VALKYRIUR SONG by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE LONGBEARDS' SAGA, A.D. 400 by CHARLES KINGSLEY THE TRAGEDY OF ASGARD: LOKI'S INSULTING by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR THE TRAGEDY OF ASGARD: MIMIR'S WELL by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR THE TRAGEDY OF ASGARD: NAGELFARI by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR FUZZY-WUZZY' (SOUDAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCE) by RUDYARD KIPLING |
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