They came out on a mighty natural clearing above a gorge:
Oak and pine were heaven-high:
The grass glistened in the wind:
There stood the hunter's cabin ...

Her father waited them at the doorway: he greeted the stranger:
The dogs leaped on him, barking ...

His used hands stilled them: he pointed upward ...

There over the gorge, poised in mid-heaven,
A lonely eagle screamed ...

Something of the eagle was in father and daughter:
And the youth longed for such victory.

Then they went in, where the savoury venison steamed,
And the golden corn was hot ...

And the father let him stay, because his father was a hunter:
And so he stayed, and hunted all that wild autumn.