Weather-Vane
Noel
Immortality
Release
I Run With the Fox
Better to be proud and hunted
Than to ride with the Pink Coats.
Better than the smell of warm blood after a quick kill, Bitter and bright the scent of hidden fern.
Though the heart fail in the panting side
And the eye be clouded with straining
after the deep copse
Still is there thrill in flight —
Soft are oak leaves under the swift feet.
Sweet are the distant notes of the hunter's horn
And the hounds' baying,
Sweet to the trembling ears of the hidden
and hunted.
I run with the fox!