Love, the wild fowler, spreads his nets with care, And deep-toned warning both our hearts have heard, Even as the old-time low-bell held each bird Suddenly trembling, nestling pair by pair Dark in the covert, till a blinding glare Of torchlight and a clamorous shouted word Dazed their bright eyes, and terrified wings upwhirred To baffled blundering in the close-drawn snare. So, sweet, we cower at our warning bell. Creep close to me, where shadows gird us round. Fear we that wild revealment? Nay, not we! "Ah, perilous play, to cross Love's stalking-ground!" You whisper . . . yet our eyes, our eyes could tell Of hearts that leap to meet their certainty! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 43. ALLAH-AL-KARIM by EDWIN ARNOLD ON THE DEATH OF CYNTHIA'S HORSE by PHILIP AYRES TO A MATTABASSETT (A CONNECTICUT INDIAN) by WALTER BARDECK PSALM 140 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A ROSE by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN GHOST FLOWERS by ALTA SMITH BOYD |