Puck of pooks hill, p.12
Puck of Pook's Hill, page 12
THE RUNES ON WELAND'S SWORD
_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._
A CENTURION OF THE THIRTIETH
