The Hunter's Star

The moon overlapping
Of the suns of the firmament
No sound escapes
And blacken the air
Who will never return again?
Never return again
Of a sun that is reddening
Like a robin's breast

And no gull remains
The long white clouds
For the ancient boughs
And the home life of a love

No child at all would wake to the light
With his hook and blade
To repeat its call
Great hull on the waves
As through the sky he raged
On a world that will

That close, that close
As forests bow
And the world unmade
Only now would you long
And no lioness boards a last
And the arc-lights fade
As the canopies burn away