Underneath the windy mountain walls
Forth we rode, an eager band,
By the surges and the verges and the gorges,
Till the night was on the land-
On the hazy, mazy land!
Far away the bounding prey
Leapt across the ruts and logs,
But we galloped, galloped, galloped on,
Till we heard the yapping of the dogs-
The yapping and the yelping of the dogs.
Oh, it was a madly merry day
We shall not so soon forget,
And the edges and the ledges and the ridges
Haunt us with their echoes yet-
Echoes, echoes, echoes yet!
While the moon is on the hill
Gleaming through the streaming fogs,
Don-t you hear the yapping of the dogs-
The yapping and the yelping of the dogs?
After The Hunt
Henry Kendall
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Poem topics: away, moon, night, hear, forget, mountain, merry, Valentine's Day, eager, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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