INTO the woods three huntsmen came, Seeking the white stag for their game. They laid them under a green fir-tree And slept, and dreamed strange things to see. (@3First huntsman@1) "I dreamt I was beating the leafy brush, When out popped the noble stag — hush, hush!" (@3Second huntsman@1) "As ahead of the clamorous pack he sprang, I pelted him hard in the hide — piff, bang!" (@3Third huntsman@1) "And as that stag lay dead I blew On my horn a lusty tir-ril-la-loo!" So speak, the three as there they lay, When lo! the white stag sped that way, Frisked his heels at those huntsmen three, Then leagues o'er hill and dale was he — Hush, hush! Piff, bang! Tir-ril-la-loo! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH FOR SIR PHILIP SIDNEY, AT ST. PAUL'S WITHOUT A MONUMENT ... by EDWARD HERBERT THE BRACELET: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK THE WHITE ISLAND, OR PLACE OF THE BLEST by ROBERT HERRICK ON KEAN'S HAMLET by WASHINGTON ALLSTON TO MY FRIENDS, WHO RIDICULED A TENDER LEAVE-TAKING by MATTHEW ARNOLD MY PRAYER by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN |