The Arrow's Song

Song of a Hunt

A song in yon silvan glade I heard

soft as sea slap when waves are low.

A song of the arrow shot from my bow.

 

Mournful the durge

it hums in the wind, this

subdued keening of pile and spin*

 

Bewildering this carol of woe,

melody of death

song of the arrow.

 

Sad as love forsaken or a lover forsook

Song of the Arrow

Swift from my bow

 

as it slew a forest prince

 not so lng ago.

 

Pyle--- the forepart of the arrow to which the broadhead is attached

Spin--- rotation of the arrow in flight

 

 

Reviews

[Robin]

its song piercing through the ages ... I like this .