A Hunting Morning Poem : Songs of Action Poetry by Arthur Conan Doyle
A Hunting Morning Poem
by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
A Hunting Morning Poem
Put the saddle on the mare,
For the wet winds blow;
There’s winter in the air,
And autumn all below.
For the red leaves are flying
And the red bracken dying,
And the red fox lying
Where the oziers grow.
Put the bridle on the mare,
For my blood runs chill;
And my heart, it is there,
On the heather-tufted hill,
With the gray skies o’er us,
And the long-drawn chorus
Of a running pack before us
From the find to the kill.
Then lead round the mare,
For it’s time that we began,
And away with thought and care,
Save to live and be a man,
While the keen air is blowing,
And the huntsman holloing,
And the black mare going
As the black mare can.
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The Storming Party Poem
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Corporal Dick’s Promotion Poem
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A Ballad of the Ranks Poem
A Lay of the Links Poem
The Dying Whip Poem
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The Farnshire Cup Poem
The Groom’s Story Poem
With the Chiddingfolds Poem
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The Old Gray Fox Poem
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The Home-Coming of the Eurydice Poem
The Inner Room Poem
The Irish Colonel Poem
The Blind Archer Poem
A Parable Poem
A Tragedy Poem
The Passing Poem
The Franklin’s Maid Poem
The Old Huntsman Poem
