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Hunting Song
From Poems of Coleridge, selected by Arthur Symons (1905)
Up, up! ye dames, and lasses gay!
To the meadows trip away.
'Tis you must tend the flocks this morn,
And scare the small birds from the corn.
Not a soul at home may stay:
For the shepherds must go
With lance and bow
To hunt the wolf in the woods to-day.
Leave the hearth and leave the house
To the cricket and the mouse:
Find grannam out a sunny seat,
With babe and lambkin at her feet.
Not a soul at home may stay:
For the shepherds must go
With lance and bow
To hunt the wolf in the woods to-day.
Cite this poem
MLA
Coleridge, Samuel Taylor. “Hunting Song.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/coleridge/26/.
Chicago
Coleridge, Samuel Taylor. “Hunting Song.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/coleridge/26/.
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