As I walked through the hills one morn I faintly heard a hunter's horn. Far off, among dim peaks it blew, Another sound I could not hear Rang silently within my ear. (A ghost of music, memory-born, A hound's great voice, thrown far and clear.) Above my head the skylarks flew, The grass was glistening with dew, And in my head new joy was born As I walked through the hills one morn And faintly heard a hunter's horn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GREEN RIVER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE FALL; A GREAT FAVORIT BEHEADED by LUIS DE GONGORA TO MY MOTHER SLEEPING by MARY RUSSELL MITFORD MR. FLOOD'S PARTY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON BORDER BALLAD [OR MARCH, OR SONG], FR. THE MONASTERY by WALTER SCOTT FOOTLIGHT MOTIFS: 1. MRS. VERNON CASTLE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THESMOPHORIAZUSAE: EURIPIDES by ARISTOPHANES |