THEY had hot scent across the spumy sea, @3Gehenna@1 and her sister, swift @3Shaitan,@1 That in the pack, with @3Goblin, Eblis@1 ran And many a couple more, full cry, foot-free; The dog-fox and his brood were fain to flee, But bare of fang and dangerous to the van That pressed them close. So when the kill began Some hounds were lamed and some died splendidly. But from the dusk along the Skagerack, Until dawn loomed upon the Reef of Horn And the last fox had slunk back to his earth, They kept the great traditions of the pack, Staunch-hearted through the hunt, as they were born, These hounds that England suckled at the birth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DEATH SCENE by EMILY JANE BRONTE A WINTER PIECE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ELEGY: 16. ON HIS MISTRESS by JOHN DONNE THE MOTHER'S HEART by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON FARM-YARD SONG by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE WALT WHITMAN'S CAUTION by WALT WHITMAN |