What of the hunting, hunter bold?
Brother, the watch was long and cold.
What of the quarry ye went to kill?
Brother, he crops in the jungle still.
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An attractive dialogue poem, with a tragic ending-the hunter's imminent death. This is better than Kipling's long, rambling poems.