Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE HORN OF THE MOON, by HERBERT TRENCH



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THE HORN OF THE MOON, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: I roofed my roof-tree at the wane of the moon
Last Line: And the lordings go hunting without me!
Subject(s): Moon


I ROOFED my roof-tree at the wane of the moon
That nothing might warp it or burn it,
And wished a deep wish at the new of the moon
And sealed it where no man should learn it.

I stood by the oak at the full of the moon
When all the far country was clear, O!
And the bird of the forest kept singing abune
The word I would say to my Dear, O!

But she branded my heart at the new of the moon
And my wound it grew deep beyond measure,
Till I sent her soft gallant, that begged for a boon,
A blade that was red, for his pleasure.

O bright my love's tresses at full o' the moon,
And nothing in beauty shone rarer,
Sleeping her fill in the face of the moon --
Never a footfall to scare her!

And these hands that slew her at rise of the moon
Did mix with him night everlasting:
But the bird of the forest keeps singing abune
That mine is a care there's no casting.

Hang my powder-horn on the horn o' the moon!
The deer of the bracken may flout me,
The hunt shall be up at the pale of the moon
And the lordings go hunting without me!





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