As I walked through the hills one morn I faintly heard a hunter's horn. Far off, among dim peaks it blew, Another sound I could not hear Rang silently within my ear. (A ghost of music, memory-born, A hound's great voice, thrown far and clear.) Above my head the skylarks flew, The grass was glistening with dew, And in my head new joy was born As I walked through the hills one morn And faintly heard a hunter's horn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN by HAYDEN CARRUTH EPIGRAM: EHEU FUGACES by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM BEYOND THE ATOM by JANICE BLANCHARD ON THE WAY TO CHURCH by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ZOPHIEL; OR THE BRIDE OF SEVEN: CANTO 6. BRIDAL OF HELEN by MARIA GOWEN BROOKS JERICHO, VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY DERWENT; AN ODE: MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD by JOHN CARR |