I ha' seen them 'mid the clouds on the heather. Lo! they pause not for love nor for sorrow, Yet their eyes are as the eyes of a maid to her lover, When the white hart breaks his cover And the white wind breaks the morn. @3" 'Tis the white stag, Fame, we're a-hunting, Bid the world's hounds come to horn!"@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IYYOB TRANSLATION FROM 'A-15' by LOUIS ZUKOFSKY THE ROCK OF CASHEL by AUBREY DE VERE SETTING SAIL by EMILY DICKINSON FIRST OR LAST (SONG) by THOMAS HARDY IN THE MOONLIGHT by THOMAS HARDY |