English poem
A Man Young And Old:- The Death Of The Hare
I have pointed out the yelling pack, The hare leap to the wood, And when I pass a compliment Rejoice as lover should At the drooping of an eye At the mantling of the blood. Then suddenly my heart is wrung By her distracted air And I remember wildness lost And after, swept from there, Am set down standing in the wood At the death of the hare.
More by William Butler Yeats
- A Man Young And Old:- His Memories
- A Man Young And Old:- His Wildness
- A Man Young And Old:- Human Dignity
- A Man Young And Old:- Summer And Spring
- A Man Young And Old:- The Empty Cup
- A Man Young And Old:- The Friends Of His Youth
- A Man Young And Old:- The Mermaid
- A Man Young And Old:- The Secrets Of The Old