I GRACEFULLEST leaper, the dappled fox-cub Curves over brambles with berries and buds, Light as a bubble that flies from the tub, Whisked by the laundry-wife out of her suds. Wavy he comes, woolly, all at his ease, Elegant, fashioned to foot with the deuce; Nature's own prince of the dance: then he sees Me, and retires as if making excuse. II Never closed minuet courtlier! Soon Cub-hunting troops were abroad, and a yelp Told of sure scent: ere the stroke upon noon Reynard the younger lay far beyond help. Wild, my poor friend, has the fate to be chased; Civil will conquer: were 't other 'twere worse; Fair, by the flushed early morning embraced, Haply you live a day longer in verse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE QUALITY OF COURAGE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET SURFACES AND MASKS; 1 by CLARENCE MAJOR A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 5. HIS DISCOURSE WITH CUPID by BEN JONSON NORTHERN FARMER, OLD STYLE by ALFRED TENNYSON A SOCIETY MARTYR by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY AUTUMN by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE THE FIGHT WITH THE SNAPPING TURTLE; OR, THE AMERICAN ST. GEORGE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |