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The Fox
English source:
Bruce Blunt
At ‘The Fox Inn’
The tattered ears,
The fox’s grin
Mock the dead years.
High on the wall
Above the cask
Laughs at you all
The fox’s mask.
The horn is still,
The huntsman gone;
After the kill
The fox lives on.
Death’s date is there
In faded gold;
His eyes outstare
The dead of old.
Beneath this roof
His eyes mistrust
The crumbled hoof,
The hounds of dust.
You will not call,
I shall not stir
When the fangs fall
From that brown fur.
The tattered ears,
The fox’s grin
Mock the dead years.
High on the wall
Above the cask
Laughs at you all
The fox’s mask.
The horn is still,
The huntsman gone;
After the kill
The fox lives on.
Death’s date is there
In faded gold;
His eyes outstare
The dead of old.
Beneath this roof
His eyes mistrust
The crumbled hoof,
The hounds of dust.
You will not call,
I shall not stir
When the fangs fall
From that brown fur.
Composer
Peter Warlock
Philip Arnold Heseltine, known by the pseudonym Peter Warlock, was a British composer and music critic.