Half hidden near a narrow mountain lane Are hunters camped beneath the fragrant pine. They think their mission will not be in vain If dreams of bagging deer convey a sign. Devotedly as pilgrims at a shrine They sit before their tents and polish guns. At break of dawn they climb the steep incline To search the slopes familiar as deer-runs. The wives in camp become the anxious ones Who fear their husbands may somehow get hurt. They may forget to laugh at his best puns But not to make him wear his scarlet shirt. They wish him luck but soft hearts are sincere In hoping for the safety of the deer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SIBYLLA'S DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE PAUPER'S DRIVE by THOMAS NOEL THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 51. WILLOWWOOD (3) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE BLIND MAN by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. THE LAST DEMAND by FAITH BALDWIN TO A LADY, WITH A PAIR OF DRINKING GLASSES by ROBERT BURNS A POETICAL VERSION OF A LETTER, FROM THE EARL OF ESSEX TO SOUTHAMPTON by JOHN BYROM |