Classic Poem

Deep in our hearts enfolden
For ever shall be found
With dearest memories crowned
Those glorious days and golden
We spent with horse and hound.

If grey their wintry setting,
It framed with fitful showers
And shorn of leaves and flowers,
Old friends beyond forgetting
Made glad those splendid hours.

Their greetings we recapture,
Their voices yet we hear,
Wind-borne and clarion-clear,
Those men who shared the rapture
Of many a bygone year.

Swift, swift the sands are flowing;
The golden gage is flung
In challenge to the young,
And faint the horn is blowing,
And far the hounds give tongue.

But this dear love we cherish,
Not Time itself devours;
In sunlight, mist, and showers
The years may pass and perish,
But not those golden hours.