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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TIRED MARKSMAN, by LUCY WHEELER KEGLEY
First Line: I know great birds are passing
Last Line: Fall no longer at his feet.
Subject(s): Birds; Hunting; Poetry & Poets; Hunters
First Line: I know great birds are passing
Last Line: Fall no longer at his feet.
Subject(s): Birds; Hunting; Poetry & Poets; Hunters
I know great birds are passing,
I hear their rising flight;
But the hand has lost its cunning,
And the eye its quickened sight.
Though bitten by the beauty
Where darkness once was flame,
The silver of the wing tip
Escapes my wearied aim.
In the garden of the poet,
Star and grass blade strangely meet,
But the plumed birds of the ether
Fall no longer at his feet.
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