To-morrow will the music of their cries Pierce through the shadowy solitudes again, As with the dawn he to the covert hies, And seeks his prey amid the sylvan reign. Behold the merry men chanting in his train, See how the coy stag listens with surprise! In troops they hasten to their depths again; And with big tears his fate the @3mark'd one@1 eyes. Groans through the forest, echoes from the hills, A mingled day of joy and grief proclaim: A tempest gathers, and the welkin fills, And for another morning saves the game. Then on the @3Book of Sports@1 the veteran pores, And deems it wiser spell than learning's lores. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLAG GOES BY by HENRY HOLCOMB BENNETT NO BABY IN THE HOUSE by CLARA G. DOLLIVER OF MONEY by BARNABY (BARNABE) GOOGE ODE TO THE WEST WIND by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY AN HYMN OF HEAVENLY BEAUTY by EDMUND SPENSER |