Far away upon the hills at the lighting of the dawn I saw a stirring in the fern and out there leapt a fawn: And O my heart was up at that and like the wind it blew Till its shadow hovered o'er the fawn as 'mid the fern it flew. And Eilidh! Eilidh! Eilidh! was the wind song on the hill, And Eilidh! Eilidh! Eilidh! did the echoing corries fill: My hunting heart was glad indeed, at the lighting of the dawn, For O it was the hunting then of my bonnie, bonnie Fawn! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY DEARLING by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN WITH FLOWERS by EMILY DICKINSON SONNET: ON FAME (1) by JOHN KEATS THE ORIGIN OF DIDACTIC POETRY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE BENCH OF BOORS by HERMAN MELVILLE |