Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns? I have been changed to a hound with one red ear; I have been in the Path of Stones and the Wood of Thorns, For somebody hid hatred and hope and desire and fear Under my feet that they follow you night and day. A man with a hazel wand came without sound; He changed me suddenly; I was looking another way; And now my calling is but the calling of a hound; And Time and Birth and Change are hurrying by. I would that the boar without bristles had come from the West And had rooted the sun and moon and stars out of the sky And lay in the darkness, grunting, and turning to his rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER DEATH by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE SPINNING-WHEEL [SONG] by JOHN FRANCIS WALLER THE YOUNG HOUSEWIFE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE HORSE AND HIS RIDER by JOANNA BAILLIE THE YOUNG THAT DIED IN BEAUTY by WILLIAM BARNES AN EVENING HYMN by JOSEPH BEAUMONT WINTER NIGHTFALL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES LYNTON VERSES: 4. LYNTON TO PORLOCK (EXMOOR) by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |