Is it time to let the Hour rise and go forth as a hound loosed from the battle- cars? Is it time to let the Hour go forth, as the White Hound with the eyes of flame? For if it be not time I would have this hour that is left to me under the stars Wherein I may dream my dream again, and at the last whisper one name. It is the name of one who was more fair than youth to the old, than life to the young: She was more fair than the first love of Angus the Beautiful, and though I were blind And deaf for a hundred ages I would see her, more fair than any poet has sung, And hear her voice like mournful bells crying on the wind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 68 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE COMING OF SPRING by NORA PERRY NORTHERN FARMER, NEW STYLE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE GRAVE OF HOMER by ALCAEUS OF MESSENE OTHER LITTLE SHIPS by EDNA BINTLIFF THE HAPPY LAND by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE WHITE EAGLE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE MARCELIA; A TRAGICOMEDY, SELECTION by FRANCES BOOTHBY WRITTEN IN VISTORS' BOOK AT THE BIRTHPLACE OF ROBERT BURNS by GEORGE WASHINGTON CABLE |