[hesham[MaFya]a]

hello all the forum..i have preserved a poem about hunt when i was in 2es PREP and i hope u enjoy With it...

WAKEN, lords and ladies gay,
On the mountain dawns the day
All the jolly chase is here,
With hawk, and horse, and hunting-spear!
Hounds are in their couples yelling,
Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling,
Merrily, merrily, mingle they: –
"Waken, lords and ladies gay."

Waken lords and ladies gay,
The mist has left the mountain gray,
Springlets in the dawn are steaming,
Diamonds on the brake are gleaming;
And foresters have busy been,
To track the buck in thickets green;
Now we come to chant our lay: –
"Waken, lords and ladies gay."

Waken, lords and ladies gay,
To the green-wood haste away;
We can show you where he lies,
Fleet of foot, and tall of size;
We can show the marks he made,
When 'gainst the oak his antlers fray'd:
You shall see him brought to bay: –
"Waken, lords and ladies gay."

Louder, louder, chant the lay,
Waken, lords and ladies gay!
Tell them youth, and mirth and glee,
Run a course as well as we;
Time, stern huntsman! who can balk,
Staunch as hound, and fleet as hawk:
Think of this, and rise with day,
Gentle lords and ladies gay.