MY Lady rides a-hunting Upon a dapple grey: Six trumpeters they ride behind, Six prickers clear the way. And when she climbs the hillsides The Hunt cries: "Ho! la! Lo!" And when she trails along the dales The merry horns do blow. And so in summer weather, Before the heat of day, My darling takes all eyes and breaks My heart and makes away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHRISTMAS CAROL (1) by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON OLNEY HYMNS: 18. LOVEST THOU ME? by WILLIAM COWPER THE SPARROW by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR IF WE MUST DIE by CLAUDE MCKAY THE INDIAN SERENADE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY BOTHWELL: PART 5 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN UNKNOWN QUANTITY by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) MOCK EPITAPH ON MR. AND MRS. ESTLIN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO BARON DE STONNE.....TO FIND HIMSELF BETWEEN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |