You hunted me with all the pack, Too blind, too blind, to see By no wild hope of force or greed Could you make sure of me. And like a phantom through the glades, With tender breast aglow, The goddess in me laughed to hear Your horns a-roving go. She laughed to think no mortal ever By dint of mortal flesh The very Cause that was the Hunt One moment could enmesh: That though with captive limbs I lay, Stilled breath and vanquished eyes, He that hunts Love with horse and hound Hunts out his heart and eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SAD MOTHER by KATHARINE TYNAN THESMOPHORIAZUSAE: EURIPIDES by ARISTOPHANES TO THE LADY PENELOPE RITCH by RICHARD BARNFIELD SONNET: HER WORST AND BEST by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON SONG by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |