Songs of Action by Arthur Conan Doyle - HTML preview

MASTER

Master went a-hunting,
       When the leaves were falling;
    We saw him on the bridle path,
       We heard him gaily calling.
 ‘Oh master, master, come you back,
 For I have dreamed a dream so black!’
    A glint of steel from bit and heel,
       The chestnut cantered faster;
    A red flash seen amid the green,
       And so good-bye to master.

Master came from hunting,
       Two silent comrades bore him;
    His eyes were dim, his face was white,
       The mare was led before him.
 ‘Oh, master, master, is it thus
 That you have come again to us?’
    I held my lady’s ice-cold hand,
       They bore the hurdle past her;
    Why should they go so soft and slow?
       It matters not to master.