Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns? I have been changed to a hound with one red ear; I have been in the Path of Stones and the Wood of Thorns, For somebody hid hatred and hope and desire and fear Under my feet that they follow you night and day. A man with a hazel wand came without sound; He changed me suddenly; I was looking another way; And now my calling is but the calling of a hound; And Time and Birth and Change are hurrying by. I would that the boar without bristles had come from the West And had rooted the sun and moon and stars out of the sky And lay in the darkness, grunting, and turning to his rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROSE TREE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THANKSGIVING DAY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH WILD ROSES by RHODA S. BARCLAY SONNET TO ZOE KING by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES WHAT MAKES A NATION GREAT? by ALEXANDER BLACKBURN RELEASE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |