The Wild Beasts

Oh, talk to the wild beasts who bear —
To the moor — but wander forever;
Go trick-hunting with me, I swear
By the moonlight I watched—silent and clever;
With a sniff through the yielding air of
Soft secrets delivered in cries —
For the soft, bewitching hours that tear —
As a good scent through the dusk one dies —
As I watch through the mowing air Of the deep shepherd’s noise and songs;
Smiled with yielding parts, large and keen —
Will you linger here — to night guide along?

— James Collinson

• James Collinson