Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
By GeorgeHoughton1035 The Manor Lord
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And slowly pushed the pages o’er;
Still by the hearth-fire’s spending flame
She waited, while a hollow roar
Came from the chimney, and the breath
Of twice seven hounds upon the floor;
And, save the old man’s labored moan,
The night had no sound more.
The master hound upflung his head;
Sudden he whined, when with one spring
Each hunter bounded from his bed,—
And through rent blind and bolted door
All voiceless every creature fled;
The blinking watcher closed her book;
“Amen, our lord is dead!”