SOON as the glazed and gleaming snow Reflects the day-dawn cold and dear, The hunter of the west must go, In depth of woods to seek the deer. His rifle on his shoulder placed, His stores of death arranged with skill, His moccasins and snow-shoes laced, -- Why lingers he beside the hill? Far, in the dim and doubtful light, Where woody slopes a valley leave, He sees what none but lover might, The dwelling of his Genevieve. And oft he turns his truant eye, And pauses oft, and lingers near; But when he marks the reddening sky, He bounds away to hunt the deer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROBIN ADAIR by CAROLINE KEPPEL TERNISSA, FR HELLENICS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE HARVEST MOON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW CAPTAIN CARPENTER by JOHN CROWE RANSOM AT A COWBOY DANCE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS THE RETURN OF THE DRUSES; A TRAGEDY by ROBERT BROWNING CORONADO by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON LA VITA NUOVA: SONNET OF BEATRICE DE PORTINARI, ON ALL SAINTS' DAY by DANTE ALIGHIERI |