Comes the deer to my singing, Comes the deer to my song, Comes the deer to my singing. He, the blackbird, he am I. Bird beloved of the wild deer, Comes the deer to my singing. From the Mountain Black, From the summit, Down the trail, coming, coming now, Comes the deer to my singing. Through the blossoms, Through the flowers, coming, coming now, Comes the deer to my singing. Through the flower dew-drops, Coming, coming now, Comes the deer to my singing. Through the pollen, flower pollen, Coming, coming now, Comes the deer to my singing. Starting with his left fore-foot, Stamping, turns the frightened deer. Comes the deer to my singing. Quarry mine, blessed am I In the luck of the chase. Comes the deer to my singing. Comes the deer to my singing, Comes the deer to my song, Comes the deer to my singing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMEDAY BOOK: MIRIAM FAY'S LETTER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP by ROBERT BROWNING IN THIS DARK HOUSE by EDWARD DAVISON YOUR MISSION by ELLEN M. HUNTINGTON GATES AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 2. FORMER BEAUTIES by THOMAS HARDY LILIES: 3 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |