Hounds Going Home in the Dark


Posted on Wednesday, April 7, 2021
In: Hunting Poetry
Written by: William Ogilvie

Rustle of feet in the roadside grass, Trample of horses’ hoofs, and – Hark! Blast of an anxious horn! Hounds pass; Hounds going home in the dark. Bold was our huntsman galloping free On a difficult line to the hills to-day, But his hand is trembling against his knee At the hint of a light...
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