THE HUNTER: DREAMS IN HIS CLUB; A new Poem
... j The HuEijeR PC# DR8A3VLS 13^ HIS CLUB A new Poem By Lord DUNSANY A dim grey dawn with a streak of amber Is breaking now, though I know not where. Blue pigeons soar and the monkeys clamber Up from dark to the lucid air. flushed as though it had seen a gorgon A bush-buck stands at the forest's edge A strange bird calls like an opening organ, Tiny myriads talk in the sedge. Gone by now is the ...