I see the golden hunter go, With his hound star close at heel, Through purple fallows above the hill, When the large autumn night is still And the tide of the world is low. And while to their unwearied quest The sister Pleiads pass, That seventh loveliest and lost Desire of all the orient host Is here upon my breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOKEN AT A CASTLE GATE by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON SONGS OF EXPERIENCE: INTRODUCTION by WILLIAM BLAKE THE LIGHT'OOD FIRE by JOHN HENRY BONER 1914: 4. THE DEAD by RUPERT BROOKE ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY-SIXTH YEAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |