DO you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns? <br />I have been changed to a hound with one red ear; <br />I have been in the Path of Stones and the Wood of Thorns, <br />For somebody hid hatred and hope and desire and fear <br />Under my feet that they follow you night and day. <br />A man with a hazel wand came without sound; <br />He changed me suddenly; I was looking another way; <br />And now my calling is but the calling of a hound; <br />And Time and Birth and Change are hurrying by. <br />I would that the Boar without bristles had come from the West <br />And had rooted the sun and moon and stars out of the sky <br />And lay in the darkness, grunting, and turning to his rest.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-mourns-for-the-change-that-has-come-upon-him/
