Often in times before He wandered through that wood. He entered it once more. His path was red with blood. Some mystery there must be— Solution is not known. He entered carelessly, At set of sun, alone. Mysterious things were seen In the shadow of the night, And leaves no longer green In the feeble failing light; While spirits from the tomb Gathered around his way— "You too will come to us soon, And you have come today." No signs of life were seen But signs of death were known. The night came down between. The hunter was alone. His side was wet with blood In the bitter chilling air, And he lay with side all bare In that murderous dark wood. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG: SO OFTEN, SO LONG I HAVE THOUGHT by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE MOUNTAIN by HAYDEN CARRUTH PURSUIT OF THE WORD by ROBERT FROST EXPLICATION OF AN IMAGINARY TEXT by JAMES GALVIN MAGDALEN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON REINFORCEMENTS by MARIANNE MOORE |