I HAIL thee, Nessmuk, for the lofty tone Yet simple grace that marks thy poetry! True forester thou art, and still to be, Even in happier fields than thou hast known. Thus, in glad visions, glimpses am I shown Of groves delectable -- "preserves" for thee -- Ranged but by friends of thine -- I name thee three: -- First, Chaucer, with his bald old pate new-grown With changeless laurel; next, in Lincoln-green, Gold belted, bowed and bugled, Robin Hood; And next, Ike Walton, patient and serene: These three, O Nessmuk, gathered hunter-wise, Are camped on hither slopes of Paradise, To hail thee first and greet thee, as they should. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BIANCA AMONG THE NIGHTINGALES by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE LONELY DEATH by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY GROWN-UP by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY BETH GELERT; OR, THE GRAVE OF THE GREYHOUND by WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER EDINBURGH AFTER FLODDEN by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE LAST MAN: MIDNIGHT HYMN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |