Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE SNARE OF THE FOWLER, by WILLIAM ROSE BENET


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THE SNARE OF THE FOWLER, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Love, the wild fowler, spreads his nets with care
Last Line: Of hearts that leap to meet their certainty!
Subject(s): Love


Love, the wild fowler, spreads his nets with care,
And deep-toned warning both our hearts have heard,
Even as the old-time low-bell held each bird
Suddenly trembling, nestling pair by pair
Dark in the covert, till a blinding glare
Of torchlight and a clamorous shouted word
Dazed their bright eyes, and terrified wings upwhirred
To baffled blundering in the close-drawn snare.

So, sweet, we cower at our warning bell.
Creep close to me, where shadows gird us round.
Fear we that wild revealment? Nay, not we!
"Ah, perilous play, to cross Love's stalking-ground!"
You whisper . . . yet our eyes, our eyes could tell
Of hearts that leap to meet their certainty!





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