Night after night I had heard him blow His mournful call to his hounds, for their return Just before dawn, and I looked forward to it; But this night as I hunted alone Near the hills, the call came before its time On owl wings and settled hard on my ears...
Sketch: Vol. 22
, Article 17.
Available at: https://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol22/iss1/17