MASTER
by: Arthur Conan Doyle
(1859-1930)
- ASTER went a-hunting,
- When the leaves were falling;
- We saw him on the bridle path,
- We heard him gaily calling.
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- 'Oh master, master, come you back,
- For I have dreamed a dream so black!'
- A glint of steel from bit and heel,
- The chestnut cantered faster;
- A red flash seen amid the green,
- And so good-bye to master.
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- Master came from hunting,
- Two silent comrades bore him;
- His eyes were dim, his face was white,
- The mare was led before him.
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- 'Oh, master, master, is it thus
- That you have come again to us?'
- I held my lady's ice-cold hand,
- They bore the hurdle past her;
- Why should they go so soft and slow?
- It matters not to master.
"Master" is reprinted
from Songs of Action. A. Conan Doyle. London: John Murray,
1916. |
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