As I came down from Lebanon, Came winding, wandering slowly down In emerald, showed each minaret As I came down from Lebanon, As I came down from Lebanon, As I came down from Lebanon, Of purple and the finest gold, Clinton Scollard [1860– CEYLON I HEAR a whisper in the heated air "Rest! Rest! give over care!" Long level breakers on the golden beach Murmur in silver speech "Sleep in the palm-tree shadows on the shore Work, work no more! Rest here and work no more." Where half unburied cities of dead kings Breed poisonous creeping things I learn the poor mortality of man Seek vainly for some plan Know that great empires pass as I must pass Like withered blades of grass— Dead blades of Patna grass. "Breathe-breathe the odorous sweetness that is ours," Cry Frangipani flowers. "Forget! Forget! and know no more distress, But languorous idleness: Dream where dead leaves fall ever from green trees To float on sapphire seas Dream! and be one with these." A. Hugh Fisher [18 MANDALAY By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea, There's a Burma girl a-settin', an' I know she thinks o' me; For the wind is in the palm trees, an' the temple bells they say: "Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!" Mandalay Come you back to Mandalay, Where the old Flotilla lay: 2533 Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay? Oh, the road to Mandalay, Where the flyin'-fishes play, An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay! 'Er petticut was yaller an' 'er little cap was green, An' 'er name was Supi-yaw-lat-jes' the same as Theebaw's An' I seed her fust a-smokin' of a whackin' white cheroot, Wot they called the Great Gawd Budd— Plucky lot she cared for idols when I kissed 'er where she stud! On the road to Mandalay When the mist was on the rice-fields an' the sun was droppin' slow, She'd git 'er little banjo an' she'd sing “Kulla-lo-lo !” With 'er arm upon my shoulder, an' 'er cheek agin my cheek, We useter watch the steamers an' the hathis pilin' teak. Elephints a-pilin' teak In the sludgy, squdgy creek, Where the silence 'ung that 'eavy you was 'arf afraid to speak! On the road to Mandalay But that's all shove be'ind me-long ago an' fur away, An' there ain't no 'buses runnin' from the Benk to Mandalay; An' I'm learnin' 'ere in London what the ten-year sodger tells: "If you've 'eard the East a-callin', why, you won't 'eed nothin' else." No! you won't 'eed nothin' else But them spicy garlic smells An' the sunshine an' the palm trees an' the tinkly temple bells! On the road to Mandalay I am sick o' wastin' leather on these gutty pavin'-stones, An' they talks a lot o' lovin', but wot do they understand? Law! wot do they understand? I've a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land! On the road to Mandalay Ship me somewheres east of Suez where the best is like the worst, Where there aren't no Ten Commandments, an' a man can raise a thirst; For the temple bells are callin', an' it's there that I would be By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' lazy at the sea On the road to Mandalay, Where the old Flotilla lay, With our sick beneath the awnings when we went to Mandalay! An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China crost the Bay! Rudyard Kipling [1865 BALLADS OLD AND NEW THOMAS THE RHYMER TRUE Thomas lay on Huntlie bank; And there he saw a lady bright, Come riding down by the Eildon Tree. Her skirt was o' the grass-green silk, True Thomas he pu'd aff his cap, "O no, O no, Thomas!" she said, "Harp and carp, Thomas!" she said, "Betide me weal, betide me woe, Syne he has kissed her rosy lips, All underneath the Eildon Tree. "Now, ye maun go wi' me," she said; "True Thomas, ye maun go wi' me; And ye maun serve me seven years, |