The beast to the beast is calling, And the soul bends down to wait; Like the stealthy lord of the jungle, The white man calls his mate. The beast to the beast is calling, They rush through the twilight sweet, But the soul is a wary hunter, He will not let them meet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM ABROAD by ROBERT BROWNING LOVE'S APPARITION AND EVANISHMENT; AN ALLEGORICAL ROMANCE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE HOCK-CART, OR HARVEST HOME by ROBERT HERRICK HAUNTED HOUSES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW LOVE'S JUSTIFICATION by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI |