Last of the night's quaint clan
He goes his way —
A simple gentleman
In sober grey:
To match lone paths of his
In woodlands dim,
The moons of centuries
Have silvered him.
Deep in the damp, fresh earth
He roots and rolls,
And builds his winter girth
Of sylvan tolls:
When seek the husbandmen
The furrow brown,
He hies him to his den
And lays him down.
There may he rest for me,
Nor ever stir
For clamorous obloquy
Of terrier:
Last of the night's quaint clan
He curls in peace —
A friendly gentleman
In grey pelisse.
I am busy working to bring Patrick Reginald Chalmers's "The Badger" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Patrick Reginald Chalmers's life and contributions to literature.
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