Puck of Pook's Hill, by Rudyard Kipling

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.