You hunted me with all the pack,
Too blind, too blind, to see
By no wild hope of force or greed
Could you make sure of me.
And like a phantom through the glades,
With tender breast aglow,
The goddess in me laughed to hear
Your horns a-roving go.
She laughed to think no mortal ever
By dint of mortal flesh
The very Cause that was the Hunt
One moment could enmesh:
That though with captive limbs I lay,
Stilled breath and vanquished eyes,
He that hunts Love with horse and hound
Hunts out his heart and eyes.
The Quarry
Walter De La Mare
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Poem topics: I love you, breath, greed, heart, hope, horse, wild, tender, moment, hear, force, love, blind, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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