Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE CHAMOIS HUNTERS, by CHARLES SWAIN


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First Line: Away to the alps
Last Line: The wild hunters sleep.
Subject(s): Alps; Chamois; Hunting; Mountains; Hunters; Hills; Downs (great Britain)


A WAY to the Alps!
For the hunters are there,
To rouse the chamois
In his rock-vaulted lair.
From valley to mountain,
See! -- swiftly they go --
As the ball from the rifle --
The shaft from the bow.
Nor chasms, nor glaciers,
Their firmness dismay;
Undaunted, they leap
Like young leopards at play;
And the dash of the torrent
Sounds welcome and dear,
As the voice of a friend
To the wanderer's ear.

They reck not the music
Of hound or of horn,
The neigh of the courser,
The gladness of morn.
The blasts of the tempest
Their dark sinews brace;
And the wilder the danger,
The sweeter the chase.
With spirits as strong
As their footsteps are light,
On -- onward they speed,
In the joy of their might:
Till eve gathers round them,
And silent and deep --
The bleak snow their pillow --
The wild hunters sleep.





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