Songs of Action — Master

MASTER

Master went a-hunting, When the leaves were falling;

We saw him on the bridle path, We heard him gaily calling.

‘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.

Master came from hunting, Two silent comrades bore him;

His eyes were dim, his face was white, The mare was led before him.

‘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.

H.

M. S.

‘FOUDROYANT’