Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HORN OF THE MOON, by HERBERT TRENCH Poet's Biography First Line: I roofed my roof-tree at the wane of the moon Last Line: And the lordings go hunting without me! Subject(s): Moon | ||||||||
I ROOFED my roof-tree at the wane of the moon That nothing might warp it or burn it, And wished a deep wish at the new of the moon And sealed it where no man should learn it. I stood by the oak at the full of the moon When all the far country was clear, O! And the bird of the forest kept singing abune The word I would say to my Dear, O! But she branded my heart at the new of the moon And my wound it grew deep beyond measure, Till I sent her soft gallant, that begged for a boon, A blade that was red, for his pleasure. O bright my love's tresses at full o' the moon, And nothing in beauty shone rarer, Sleeping her fill in the face of the moon -- Never a footfall to scare her! And these hands that slew her at rise of the moon Did mix with him night everlasting: But the bird of the forest keeps singing abune That mine is a care there's no casting. Hang my powder-horn on the horn o' the moon! The deer of the bracken may flout me, The hunt shall be up at the pale of the moon And the lordings go hunting without me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POEM TO TAKE BACK THE NIGHT by JUNE JORDAN THE MOON AND THE SPECTATOR by LEONIE ADAMS FULL MOON by KARLE WILSON BAKER NO MORE OF THE MOON by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP THE DEPARTURE by DENISE LEVERTOV |
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