CRIED BY COURTNEY:
narrower, narrower still,
across the desperate hollow,
skirting the frantic hill
and shall till my brush hangs burning
flame at the hunter's door
continue this fatal returning
to places that failed me before!
Then, with his heart breaking nearly,
the lonely, passionate bark
of the fugitive fox rang out clearly
as bells in the frosty dark,
across the desperate hollow,
skirting the frantic hill,
calling the pack to follow
a prey that escaped them still.
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