Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936). Verse: 1885–1918. 1922.
Angutivaun Taina
O
Our furs with the drifted snow,
As we come in with the seal—the seal!
In from the edge of the floe.
And the yelping dog-teams go,
And the long whips crack, and the men come back,
Back from the edge of the floe!
We heard him scratch below,
We made our mark, and we watched beside,
Out on the edge of the floe.
We drove it downward—so!
And we played him thus, and we killed him thus,
Out on the edge of the floe.
Our eyes with the drifting snow;
But we come back to our wives again,
Back from the edge of the floe!
And the loaded dog-teams go,
And the wives can hear their men come back,
Back from the edge of the floe!