<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391666" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wild Huntsman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy rest was deep at the slumberer's hour<br>If thou didst not hear the blast<br>Of the savage horn, from the mountain-tower,<br>As the Wild Night-Huntsman pass'd,<br>And the roar of the stormy chase went by,<br>Through the dark unquiet sky!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The stag sprung up from his mossy bed<br>When he caught the piercing sounds,<br>And the oak-boughs crash'd to his antler'd head<br>As he flew from the viewless hounds;<br>And the falcon soar'd from her craggy height,<br>Away through the rushing night!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The banner shook on its ancient hold,<br>And the pine in its desert-place,<br>As the cloud and tempest onward roll'd<br>With the din of the trampling race;<br>And the glens were fill'd with the laugh and shout,<br>And the bugle, ringing out!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the chieftain's hand the wine-cup fell,<br>At the castle's festive board,<br>And a sudden pause came o'er the swell<br>Of the harp's triumphal chord;<br>And the Minnesinger's thrilling lay<br>In the hall died fast away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The convent's chanted rite was stay'd,<br>And the hermit dropp'd his beads,<br>And a trembling ran through the forest-shade,<br>At the neigh of the phantom steeds,<br>And the church-bells peal'd to the rocking blast<br>As the Wild Night-Huntsman pass'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The storm hath swept with the chase away,<br>There is stillness in the sky,<br>But the mother looks on her son to-day,<br>With a troubled heart and eye,<br>And the maiden's brow hath a shade of care<br>Midst the gleam of her golden hair!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Rhine flows bright, but its waves ere long<br>Must hear a voice of war,<br>And a clash of spears our hills among,<br>And a trumpet from afar;<br>And the brave on a bloody turf must lie,<br>For the Huntsman hath gone by!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391666" data-title="The Wild Huntsman de Felicia Dorothea Hemans" data-description="Thy rest was deep at the slumberer's hour If thou didst not hear the blast Of the savage horn, from the mountain-tower, As the Wild Night-Huntsman pass'd, And the roar of the stormy chase went by, Through the dark unquiet sky! The stag sprung up ..."></div> </div> </div>

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