HUNTER Boy of Hazelwood -- Happier than Robin Hood! Dance across the green, and stand Suddenly, with lifted hand Shading eager eyes, and be Thus content to capture me! -- Cease thy quest for wilder prey Than my willing heart to-day! Hunter Boy! with belt and bow, Bide with me, or let me go, An thou wilt, in wake of thee, Questing for mine infancy! With thy glad face in the sun, Let thy laughter overrun Thy ripe lips, until mine own Answer, ringing, tone for tone! O my Hunter! tilt the cup Of thy silver bugle up, And like wine pour out for me All its limpid melody! Pout thy happy lips and blare Music's kisses everywhere -- Whiff o'er forest, field and town, Tufts of tune like thistle-down! O to go, as once I could, Hunter Boy of Hazelwood! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE TO MR. MURRAY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON GERONTION by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT SONNET: SILENCE by THOMAS HOOD SHERIDAN'S RIDE [DECEMBER 19, 1864] by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ THE REAR-GUARD by SIEGFRIED SASSOON |