Susanna Strickland Moodie

(1803 - 1885 / Canada)

The Dying Hunter To His Dog - Poem by Susanna Strickland Moodie

Lie down -- lie down! -- my noble hound,
That joyful bark give o'er;
It wakes the lonely echoes round,
But rouses me no more --
Thy lifted ears, thy swelling chest,
Thy eyes so keenly bright,
No longer kindle in my breast
The thrill of fierce delight;
When following thee on foaming steed
My eager soul outstripped thy speed --

Lie down -- lie down -- my faithful hound!
And watch this night by me,
For thee again the horn shall sound
By mountain, stream, and tree;
And thou along the forest glade,
Shall track the flying deer
When cold and silent, I am laid
In chill oblivion here.
Another voice shall cheer thee on,
And glory when the chase is won.

Lie down -- lie down! -- my gallant hound!
Thy master's life is sped;
Go -- couch thee on the dewy ground --
'Tis thine to watch the dead.
But when the blush of early day
Is kindling up the sky,
Then speed thee, faithful friend, away,
And to thy mistress hie;
And guide her to this lonely spot,
Though my closed eyes behold her not --

Lie down -- lie down! -- my trusty hound!
Death comes, and we must part --
In my dull ear strange murmurs sound --
More faintly throbs my heart;
The many twinkling lights of heaven
Scarce glimmer in the blue --
Chill round me falls the breath of even,
Cold on my brow the dew;
Earth, stars, and heavens, are lost to sight --
The chase is o'er! -- brave friend, good night! --


Comments about The Dying Hunter To His Dog by Susanna Strickland Moodie

  • Rookie - 118 Points Brian Jani (6/5/2014 10:56:00 AM)

    Susanna what a poem keep it up (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie David Gerardino (3/20/2007 11:35:00 PM)

    The chase is o'er! - brave friend, good night! , not bad for the 1800, , , (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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