Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG OF THE HUNTER'S BRIDE, by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Another day - another day Last Line: My ulric, welcome home! Alternate Author Name(s): L. E. L.; Maclean, Letitia Subject(s): Hunting; Hunters | ||||||||
ANOTHER day -- another day, And yet he comes not nigh; I look amid the dim blue hills, Yet nothing meets mine eye. I hear the rush of mountain-streams Upon the echoes borne; I hear the singing of the birds, -- But not my hunter's horn. The eagle sails in darkness past, The watchful chamois bounds; But what I look for comes not near, -- My ULRIC'S hawk and hounds. Three times I thus have watch'd the snow Grow crimson with the stain The setting sun threw o'er the rock, And I have watch'd in vain. I love to see the graceful bow Across his shoulder slung, -- I love to see the golden horn Beside his baldric hung. I love his dark hounds, and I love His falcon's sweeping flight; I love to see his manly cheek With mountain-colours bright. I've waited patiently, but now Would that the chase were o'er: Well may he love the hunter's toil, But he should love me more. Why stays he thus? -- he would be here If his love equall'd mine; -- Methinks had I one fond caged dove, I would not let it pine. But, hark! what are those ringing steps That up the valley come? I see his hounds, -- I see himself, -- My ULRIC, welcome home! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAMENT OF QUARRY by LEONIE ADAMS KILLDEER by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE YOUNG FOWLER THAT MISTOOK HIS GAME by PHILIP AYRES A POEM ABOUT THE HOUNDS AND THE HARES by LISEL MUELLER CALYPSO WATCHING THE OCEAN by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON |
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