74 KIPLING'S SUSSEX
here a wider publicity to that beautiful song of " Romney Marsh," written by Mr. E. G. Bucke-ridge :
" As I came out by Biddenden
There murmured in my ears, The song that all wayfaring men
Have heard in all the years. And all the way, by hill and moor,
That song went down with me, By Tenterden and Appledore
And Romney to the sea.
And so I came through Romney marsh
That holds no house or tree, Only the wide, sheep-dotted grass
That once was sand and sea. Only the frail windmills that lift
Against the sunset fire, And faintly pencilled on the drift
The ghost of Romney spire.
And thus all day across the fen
With me went singing down, The road I found by Biddenden
And lost by Romney town ; For all men come to sleep at last,
As all roads to the sea, And winding in the dusk it passed,
But left its song with me.
The clumps of elm, which here and there relieve the dreary expanse of marsh grass, will serve to