Beagle Sleeping

watching him in sleep
running for hares unseen
he speaks in starts and fits
yet wakes not from the dream
there he is the hound
of fable and of art
the harrier, the carrier
of the hunter’s heart
then from the chase he wakes,
and in yawning to the dawn
in some distant reverie
is heard the call to horn.

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