I see the golden hunter go, With his hound star close at heel, Through purple fallows above the hill, When the large autumn night is still And the tide of the world is low. And while to their unwearied quest The sister Pleiads pass, That seventh loveliest and lost Desire of all the orient host Is here upon my breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACADE: 7. MADAME MOUSE TROTS by EDITH SITWELL THE SEA LOVER by SARA TEASDALE ROUGE BOUQUET [MARCH 7, 1918] by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER SONGS OF TRAVEL: 45. TO S.R. CROCKETT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |