MASTER went a-hunting, When the leaves were falling; We saw him on the bridle path, We hear him gayly calling. "O master, master, come you back, For I have dreamed a dream so black!" A glint of steel from bit and heel, The chestnut cantered faster, A red flash seen amid the green, And so good-bye to master. Master came home from hunting, Two silent comrades bore him; His eyes were dim, his face was white, The mare was led before him. "O master, master, is it thus That you have come again to us?" I held my lady's ice cold hand, They bore the hurdle past her; Why should they go so soft and slow? It matters not to master. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SHACK DYE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS KING DAVID by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET A SERMON AT CLEVEDON; GOOD FRIDAY by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN ON A LUTE FOUND IN A SARCOPHAGUS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE H. BAPTISME (2) by GEORGE HERBERT CENTENNIAL MEDITATION OF COLUMBIA by SIDNEY LANIER |