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Hunter's Moon rides high,
 * High o'er the close-cropped plain;

Across the desert sky
 * The herded clouds amain

Scamper tumultuously,
 * Chased by the hounding wind
 * That yelps behind.

The clamorous hunt is done,
 * Warm-housed the kennelled pack;

One huntsman rides alone
 * With dangling bridle slack;

He wakes a hollow tone,
 * Far echoing to his horn
 * In clefts forlorn.