Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HUNTER'S SONG, by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER Poet's Biography First Line: Rise! Sleep no more! 't is a noble morn. Last Line: Oh, the sound of all sounds is the hunter's horn! Alternate Author Name(s): Cornwall, Barry; Proctor, Bryan Waller Variant Title(s): Hunter's Song Subject(s): Hunting; Nature; Hunters | ||||||||
RISE! Sleep no more! 'T is a noble morn. The dews hang thick on the fringed thorn, And the frost shrinks back like a beaten hound, Under the steaming, steaming ground. Behold, where the billowy clouds flow by, And leave us alone in the clear gray sky! Our horses are ready and steady. -- So, ho! I'm gone, like a dart from the Tartar's bow. Hark, hark! -- Who calleth the maiden Morn From her sleep in the woods and the stubble corn? The horn, -- the horn! The merry, sweet ring of the hunter's horn. Now, through the copse where the fox is found, And over the stream at a mighty bound, And over the high lands and over the low, O'er furrows, o'er meadows, the hunters go! Away! -- as a hawk flies full at his prey, So flieth the hunter, away, away! From the burst at the cover till set of sun, When the red fox dies, and -- the day is done. Hark, hark! -- What sound on the wind is borne? 'T is the conquering voice of the hunter's horn: The horn, -- the horn! The merry, bold voice of the hunter's horn. Sound! Sound the horn! To the hunter good What's the gully deep or the roaring flood? Right over he bounds, as the wild stag bounds, At the hells of his swift, sure, silent hounds. Oh, what delight can a mortal lack, When he once is firm on his horse's back, With his stirrups short, and his snaffle strong, And the blast of the horn for his morning song? Hark, hark! -- Now home! and dream till morn Of the bold, sweet sound of the hunter's horn! The horn, -- the horn! Oh, the sound of all sounds is the hunter's horn! | 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 A PETITION TO TIME by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER |
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