The Hunter’s Star

The hunter's star

Burns brighter than all

Of the suns of the firmament

As through the sky he raged

With his hook and blade

And the world unmadeAs forests bow

And blacken the air

As the canopies burn away

And the arc-lights fade

And no gull remains

To repeat its callOnly now would you long

For the ancient boughs

The moon overlapping

The long white clouds

And the home life of a love

Who will never return again?No child at all would wake to the light

Of a sun that is reddening

Like a robin's breast

And no lioness boards a last

Great hull on the waves

That close, that close