The End of the Season
Posted on Thursday, November 3, 2022
In: Hunting Poetry
Written by: Written by GES in 1889 taken from BHD
My hunter may rest in his stable, No more, sitting down on his back, Shall I push him as fast as I’m able In the wake of the musical pack. No more shall I canter to covert, No more across country be borne, Good-bye to the season, it’s over, Good-bye to the hound and the...