Grieve not because the mallards pass unharmed While you, once hunter, scorn your hunting lease; Nor grieve that doe and fawn now feed in peace And nose the waters near you unalarmed. Not youth decanted lets you watch unarmed, Unchallenged to the chase by honking geese, Unlured to romance in the trail's caprice -- A stronger cup than youth now holds you charmed. A potion has your yearless wisdom brewed From bitter beauty and from stifled whine, From sharpened cries, and death's hushed magnitude, From love grown mellow as old cellared wine; -- This virile essence holds you, heavy shod, To view the wing and hoof beats as a God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SERVANT TO SERVANTS by ROBERT FROST WOMAN'S BEAUTY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE ACHIEVEMENT'S SILVER CRY by MARGARETE ROSE AKIN THE LORD SPEAKS by KARLE WILSON BAKER THE WIFE'S TREASURE by SABINE BARING-GOULD THE RED SUNSETS, 1883 (2) by MATHILDE BLIND |