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Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард)


The Hunter


I crept up Benbulbin a-hunting the boar;
Mist swooped on the heather, mist swept down the shore,
And all of the tongues of the mountain, they murmured behind and before.

Then out of a cleft rose a terrible cry,
And a form like a demon went ravening by,
And I fell in a quake on the moss, and I thought I should die.

I 'm no hunting man now, and I sit by the fire,
And whenever the wind keens around by the byre,
I shiver and rock like a reed that has root in the mire.

And if you 're a young man, and sound to the core,
And a sweet maid is waiting you home at the door,
Beware how you creep up Benbulbin a-hunting the boar!



Clinton Scollard's other poems:
  1. A Sea Song
  2. Night Song by the Sea
  3. Man and Maid
  4. The Wind of Mourne
  5. Moonrise by the Sea


Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Ellis Butler (Эллис Батлер) The Hunter ("A full-fledged gun cannot endure")

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