Is it time to let the Hour rise and go forth as a hound loosed from the battle- cars? Is it time to let the Hour go forth, as the White Hound with the eyes of flame? For if it be not time I would have this hour that is left to me under the stars Wherein I may dream my dream again, and at the last whisper one name. It is the name of one who was more fair than youth to the old, than life to the young: She was more fair than the first love of Angus the Beautiful, and though I were blind And deaf for a hundred ages I would see her, more fair than any poet has sung, And hear her voice like mournful bells crying on the wind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BURNS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER INCIDENT AT BRUGES by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A MOTHER'S ANSWER (2) by LILLIE E. BARR EVEN THE BATS by WITTER BYNNER INSCRIPTION FOR THE DOOR OF [BROWNRIGG'S] CELL IN NEWGATE by GEORGE CANNING VISION by OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN REGRET by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A DIALOGUE. TO THE MEMORY OF MR. ALEXANDER POPE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON |