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A Threnody at the Hunting Season	A
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In the middle of August when the southwest wind	B
Blows after sunset through the leisuring air	C
And on the sky nightly the mythic hind	B
Leads down the sullen dog star to his lair	C
After the feverous vigil of July	D
When the loud pageant of the year's high noon	E
Passed up the ways of time to sing and part	F
Grief also wandered by	D
From out the lovers and the leaves of June	E
And by the wizard spices of his hair	C
I knew his heart was very Love's own heart	F
Deep within dreams he led me out of doors	G
As from the upper vault the night outpours	G
And when I saw that to him all the skies	H
Yearned as a sea asleep yearns to its shores	G
He took a little clay and touched my eyes	H
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What saw I then what heard	I
Multitudes multitudes under the moon they stirred	I
The weaker brothers of our earthly breed	J
Watchmen of whom our safety takes no heed	J
Swift helpers of the wind that sowed the seed	J
Before the first field was or any fruit	K
Warriors against the bivouac of the weed	J
Earth's earliest ploughmen for the tender root	K
All came about my head and at my feet	L
A thousand thousand sweet	L
With starry eyes not even raised to plead	J
Bewildered driven hiding fluttering mute	K
And I beheld and saw them one by one	A
Pass and become as nothing in the night	M
Clothed on with red they were who once were white	M
Drooping who once led armies to the sun	A
Of whom the lowly grass now topped the flight	M
In scarlet faint who once were brave in brown	N
Climbers and builders of the silent town	N
Creepers and burrowers all in crimson dye	D
Winged mysteries of song that from the sky	D
Once dashed long music down	N
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O who would take away music from the earth	O
Have we so much Or love upon the hearth	P
No more they faded	Q
The great trees bending between birth and birth	O
Sighed for them and the night wind's hoarse rebuff	R
Shouted the shame of which I was persuaded	Q
Shall Nature's only pausing be by men invaded	Q
Or shall we lay grief's fagots on her shoulders bare	C
Has she not borne enough	R
Soon will the mirroring woodland pools begin to con her	S
And her sad immemorial passion come upon her	S
Lo would you add despair unto despair	C
Shall not the Spring be answer to her prayer	C
Must her uncomforted heavens overhead	T
Weeping look down on tears and still behold	U
Only wings broken or a fledgling dead	T
Or underfoot the meadows that wore gold	U
Die and the leaves go mourning to the mould	U
Beneath poor dead and desperate feet	L
Of folk who in next summer's meadows shall not meet	L
Who has not seen in the high gulf of light	M
What lower was a bird but now	V
Is moored and altered quite	M
Into an island of unshaded joy	W
To whom the mate below upon the bough	V
Shouts once and brings him from his high employ	W
Yet speeding he forgot not of the cloud	X
Where he from glory sprang and burned aloud	X
But took a little of the day	Y
A little of the colored sky	D
And of the joy that would not stay	Y
He wove a song that cannot die	D
Then then the unfathomable shame	Z
The one last wrong arose from out the flame	Z
The ravening hate that hated not was hurled	A2
Bidding the radiant love once more beware	C
Bringing one more loneliness on the world	A2
And one more blindness in the unseen air	C
Nor may the smooth regret the pitying oath	B2
Shed on such utter bitter any leaven	A
Only the pleading flowers that knew them both	B2
Hold all their bloody petals up to heaven	A
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Winds of the fall that all year to and fro	C2
Somewhere upon the earth go wandering	D2
You saw you moaned you know	C2
Withhold not then unto all time to tell	E2
Lest unborn others of us see this thing	D2
Bring our sleek comfortable reason low	C2
Recount how souls grown tremulous as a bell	E2
Came forth each other and the day to greet	L
In morning air all Indian Summer sweet	L
And crept upstream through wood or field or brake	F2
Most tremblingly to take	F2
What crumbs that from the Master's table fell	E2
Cry with what thronging thunders they were met	G2
And hide not how the least leaf was made wet	G2
Cry till no watcher says that all is well	E2
With raucous discord through the leaning spheres	H2
But tell	E2
With tears with tears	I2
How the last man is harmed even as they	Y
Who on these dawns are fire at dusk are clay	Y
Record the dumb and wise	H
No less than those who lived in singing guise	H
Whose choric hearts lit each wild green arcade	J2
Make men to see their eyes	H
Forced to suspect behind each reed or rose	K2
The thorn of lurking foes	K2
And O before the daylight goes	K2
After the deed against the skies	H
After the last belief and longing dies	H
Make men again to see their eyes	H
Whose piteous casements now all unafraid	J2
Peer out to that far verge where evermore	L2
Beyond all woe for which a tear atones	H
The likeness of our own dishonor moans	H
A sea that has no bottom and no shore	L2
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What shall be done	A
By you shy folk who cease thus heart by heart	F
You for whose fate such fate forever hovers	H
O little lovers	H
If you would still have nests beneath the sun	A
Gather your broods about you and depart	F
Before the stony forward pressing faces	H
Into the lands bereft of any sound	M2
The solemn and compassionate desert places	H
Give unto men no more the strong delight	M
To know that underneath the frozen ground	M2
Dwells the warm life and all the quick pure lore	L2
Take from our eyes the glory of great flight	M
Let us behold no more	L2
People untroubled by a Fate's veiled eyes	H
Leave us upon an earth of faith forlorn	N2
No more wild tidings from the sweet far skies	H
Of love's long utmost heavenward endeavor	S
So shall the silence pour on us forever	S
The streaming arrows of unutterable scorn	N2
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Nor shall the cry of famine be a shield	O2
The altar of a brutish mood to hide	P2
Stains stains upon the lintels of our doors	H
Wail to be justified	P2
Shall there be mutterings at the seasons' yield	O2
Has eye of man seen bared the granary floors	H
Are the fields wasted Spilled the oil and wine	Q2
Is the fat seed under the clod decayed	J2
Does ever the fig tree languish or the vine	Q2
Who has beheld the harvest promise fade	J2
Or any orchard heavy with fruit asway	R2
Withered away	R2
No not these things but grosser things than these	H
Are the dim parents of a guilt not dim	S2
Ancestral urges out of old caves blowing	D2
When Fear watched at our coming and our going	D2
The horror of the chattering face of Whim	S2
Hates cruelties new fallen from the trees	H
Whereto we clung with impulse sad for love	T2
Shames we have had all time to rid us of	T2
Disgraces cold and sorrows long bewept	J2
Recalled revived and kept	J2
Unmeaning quarrels blood compelling lust	J2
And snarling woes from our old home the dust	J2
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Yet even of these one saving shape may rise	H
Fear may unveil our eyes	H
For know you not what curse of blight would fall	U2
Upon a land lorn of the sweet sky races	H
Who day and night keep ward and seneschal	U2
Upon the treasury of the planted spaces	H
Then would the locust have his fill	U2
And the blind worm lay tithe	V2
The unfed stones rot in the listless mill	U2
The sound of grinding cease	H
No yearning gold would whisper to the scythe	W2
Hunger at last would prove us of one blood	J2
The shores of dream be drowned in tides of need	J2
Horribly would the whole earth be at peace	H
The burden of the grasshopper indeed	J2
Weigh down the green corn and the tender bud	J2
The plague of Egypt fall upon the wheat	J2
And the shrill nit would batten in the heat	J2
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But you O poor of deeds and rich of breath	X2
Whose eyes have made our eyes a hue abhorred	J2
Red eager aids of aid unneeding Death	X2
Hunters before the Lord	J2
If on the flinted marge about your souls	H
In vain the heaving tide of mourning rolls	H
If from your trails unto the crimson goals	H
The weeper and the weeping must depart	J2
If lust of blood come on you like a fiery dart	J2
And darken all the dark autumnal air	C
Then then be fair	C
Pluck a young ash tree or a sapling yew	Y2
And at the root end fix an iron thorn	N2
Then forth with rocking laughter of the horn	N2
And passing with no belling retinue	Y2
All timorous lesser sippers of the dew	Y2
Seek out some burly guardian of the hills	H
And set your urgent thew against his thew	Y2
Then shall the hidden wisdoms and the wills	H
Strive and bear witness to the trees and clods	H
How one has dumb lore of the rocks and swales	H
And one has reason like unto the gods	H
Then shall the lagging righteousness ensue	H
The powers at last be equal in the scales	H
And the man's club and the beast's claw be flails	H
To winnow the unworthy of the two	H
Then on the earth in the sky and the heavenly court	J2
That broods behind it	J2
Justice shall be awakened and aware	C
Then those who go forth greatly seeking sport	J2
Shall doubtless find it	J2
And all things be fair	C