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William Butler Yeats - The Ballad Of The Foxhunter
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`Lay me in a cushioned chair;
Carry me, ye four,
With cushions here and cushions there,
To see the world once more.

`To stable and to kennel go;
Bring what is there to bring;
Lead my Lollard to and fro,
Or gently in a ring.

`Put the chair upon the grass:
Bring Rody and his hounds,
That I may contented pass
From these earthly bounds.`

His eyelids droop, his head falls low,
His old eyes cloud with dreams;
The sun upon all things that grow
Falls in sleepy streams.

Brown Lollard treads upon the lawn,
And to the armchair goes,
And now the old man`s dreams are gone,
He smooths the long brown nose.

And now moves many a pleasant tongue
Upon his wasted hands,
For leading aged hounds and young
The huntsman near him stands.

`Huntsmam Rody, blow the horn,
Make the hills reply.`
The huntsman loosens on the morn
A gay wandering cry.

Fire is in the old man`s eyes,
His fingers move and sway,
And when the wandering music dies
They hear him feebly say,

`Huntsman Rody, blow the horn,
Make the hills reply.`
`I cannot blow upon my horn,
I can but weep and sigh.`

Servants round his cushioned place
Are with new sorrow wrung;
Hounds are gazing on his face,
Aged hounds and young.

One blind hound only lies apart
On the sun-smitten grass;
He holds deep commune with his heart:
The moments pass and pass:

The blind hound with a mournful din
Lifts slow his wintry head;
The servants bear the body in;
The hounds wail for the dead.
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