Rio Grande's Last Race, and Other Verses

Anthony Considine

  Out in the wastes of the West countrie,
   Out where the white stars shine,
  Grim and silent as such men be,
  Rideth a man with a history —
   Anthony Considine.

  For the ways of men they are manifold
   As their differing views in life;
  For some are sold for the lust of gold
   And some for the lust of strife:
  But this man counted the world well lost
   For the love of his neighbour's wife.

  They fled together, as those must flee
   Whom all men hold in blame;
  Each to the other must all things be
  Who cross the gulf of iniquity
   And live in the land of shame.

  But a light-o'-love, if she sins with one,
   She sinneth with ninety-nine:
  The rule holds good since the world begun —
  Since ever the streams began to run
   And the stars began to shine.
  The rule holds true, and he found it true —
   Anthony Considine.

  A nobler spirit had turned in scorn
   From a love that was stained with mire;
  A weaker being might mourn and mourn
   For the loss of his Heart's Desire:
  But the anger of Anthony Considine
   Blazed up like a flaming fire.

  And she, with her new love, presently
   Came past with her eyes ashine;
  And God so willed it, and God knows why,
  She turned and laughed as they passed him by —
   Anthony Considine.

  Her laughter stung as a whip might sting;
   And mad with his wounded pride
  He turned and sprang with a panther's spring
   And struck at his rival's side:
  And only the woman, shuddering,
   Could tell how the dead man died!

  She dared not speak — and the mystery
   Is buried in auld lang syne,
  But out on the wastes of the West countrie,
  Grim and silent as such men be,
  Rideth a man with a history —
   Anthony Considine.