Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, Then he said, "Good night!" and with muffled oar Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore, Just as the moon rose over the bay, Where swinging wide at her moorings lay A phantom ship, with each mast and spar And a huge black hulk, that was magnified Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street, Then he climbed to the tower of the church, And startled the pigeons from their perch Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead, Wrapped in silence so deep and still That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread, And seeming to whisper, "All is well!” Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride, Now gazed at the landscape far and near, A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, He has left the village and mounted the steep, Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge, It was twelve by the village clock When he crossed the bridge into Medford town. He heard the crowing of the cock, And the barking of the farmer's dog, It was one by the village clock, Swim in the moonlight as he passed, And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, Gaze at him with a spectral glare, As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would look upon. It was two by the village clock, When he came to the bridge in Concord town. He heard the bleating of the flock, And the twitter of birds among the trees, And one was safe and asleep in his bed You know the rest. In the books you have read, So through the night rode Paul Revere; A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, In the hour of darkness and peril and need, 29 THE BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST RUDYARD KIPLING Oh East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judg ment Seat; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand face to face, tho' they come from the ends of the earth! Kamal is out with twenty men to raise the Border side, And he has lifted the Colonel's mare that is the Colonel's pride: He has lifted her out of the stable-door between the dawn and the day, 1 And turned the calkins 1 upon her feet, and ridden her far away. Then up and spoke the Colonel's son that led a troop of the Guides: "Is there never a man of all my men can say where Kamal hides?" Then up and spoke Mahommed Khan, the son of the Ressaldar,2 "If ye know the track of the morning-mist, ye know where his pickets are. "At dusk he harries the Abazai-at dawn he is into Bonair, "But he must go by Fort Bukloh to his own place to fare, "So if ye gallop to Fort Bukloh as fast as a bird can fly, "By the favor of God ye may cut him off, ere he win to the Tongue of Jagai, "But if he be passed the Tongue of Jagai, right swiftly turn ye then, "For the length and the breadth of that grisly plain is sown with Kamal's men. "There is rock to the left, and rock to the right, and low, lean thorn between, "And ye may hear a breech bolt snick where never a man is seen." The Colonel's son has taken a horse, and a raw rough dun was he, With the mouth of a bell and the heart of Hell, and the head of the gallows-tree. 1. Calkins. Calks; spurs on a horse's shoe to prevent slipping. Ressaldar. A commander of a risala, a troop of native Indian irregular horse. 2. |