Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, AN EMPTY SADDLE, by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS

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AN EMPTY SADDLE, by            
First Line: Down the hill path echo the hoof-beats hollow
Last Line: Who missed a rotten stag?
Subject(s): Hunting; Hunters

DOWN the hill path echo the hoof-beats hollow,
The empty saddle sways;
Sadly the road that weary feet must follow
Winds through the darkling braes.

Soft fall the clansman voices, hushed, complete in
A pathos worse than woe;
Meet tongue indeed to murmur of defeat in—
The Gaelic, gentle, low!

Up in the cliffs the raven cries for slaughter,
The caustic croaking mocks
A beaten man whose heart is in the water
That squelches in his socks.

Bird of ill omen, sombre and accurst one,
Be still upon your crag,
You surely don't suppose that I'm the first one
Who missed a rotten stag?

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