Classic Poem

O day! swift-footed huntsman of the Night,
Chase from my heart these howling wolves of care,
That with envenomed teeth still seek to tear
Joy from its native covert of delight.
Speed now thine arrows, that in dread affright
Send Darkness to her dim primordial lair;
Then let me hear upon the slothful air
Thy waking horn put Silence into flight.

Do me this kindness, bright adventurous one,
For soon—full soon, beneath the western sea
Thou must recline, thy joyful hunting done,
Thine empty quiver hanging helplessly,
And all thy life's hot deeds for ever fast
Frozen in the changeless waters of the past.