Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, RIDING TO THE HUNT, by WILLIAM AUGUSTINE LEAHY


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RIDING TO THE HUNT, by                    
First Line: String your arrow to my lips, harry lincoln
Last Line: Sober death's dancing, too, at life's door.
Subject(s): Death; Farewell; Life; Love; Luck; Dead, The; Parting


STRING your arrow to my lips, Harry Lincoln;
They are arched like a bow, like a bow.
Come and kiss my finger-tips, Harry Lincoln,
Ere you go to hunt the mountain roe.
Many wooers lie low ere the bridal;
Many maids lose lovers on the way:
For Death's a hunter, too, Harry Lincoln.
So kiss me, Harry. Now ride away!

Hush! the breeze is blowing light, Mollie Angel,
And the horn flings laughter through the dale.
Sure my love's eyes are bright, Mollie Angel,
Though she hides them in their lashes' veil.
Though the trembling tears are falling fast between
them,
I will kiss them till they gather there no more.
Life 's a-maying in the morn, Mollie Angel;
Sober Death's dancing, too, at Life's door.





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