Beyond the fell pace of antelopes Lost to sight in the cold engulfing woods Where hot hounds give ululating chase, up slope And deep into the dimmest mossy fold--- 5 There my mind in ranting rage unwinds And knows the sharp sorrow of each bitten thing And falls with the great hart in bludgeoned love;
From the collection "Adoring Thorns"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.