Comes the deer to my singing, Comes the deer to my song, Comes the deer to my singing. He, the blackbird, he am I. Bird beloved of the wild deer, Comes the deer to my singing. From the Mountain Black, From the summit, Down the trail, coming, coming now, Comes the deer to my singing. Through the blossoms, Through the flowers, coming, coming now, Comes the deer to my singing. Through the flower dew-drops, Coming, coming now, Comes the deer to my singing. Through the pollen, flower pollen, Coming, coming now, Comes the deer to my singing. Starting with his left fore-foot, Stamping, turns the frightened deer. Comes the deer to my singing. Quarry mine, blessed am I In the luck of the chase. Comes the deer to my singing. Comes the deer to my singing, Comes the deer to my song, Comes the deer to my singing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CENTER OF GRAVITY by DAVID IGNATOW CHAMBER MUSIC: 14 by JAMES JOYCE TO BAYARD TAYLOR by SIDNEY LANIER THE RING AND THE CASTLE by AMY LOWELL IN THE UNDERWORLD by ISAAC ROSENBERG DEDICATION OF THE FIRST SONNETS TO A FRIEND ... by GEORGE SANTAYANA |